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Therima
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Destructive Beauty
Even though her heart was still beating, Amy Dawson had died long ago. No one could tell when or where it happened, but those who were part of her death dwelled on the delusion that she was ever alive, to begin with. Yet her death itself was an illusion, for as I sat right in front of her, I couldn’t tell if I was speaking to her soul or her body. She gave no sign of my presence, except that she would rather not have me there. For a brief moment of silence, I considered listening to her heartbeat, to see if it were loitering in a world as fanatical as her mind was in, but reco...
Pinwheel in Faith
“Absolutely, Janie. The church cares for every member of the flock. Please see Annie on your way out.”“Bless you, Pastor Marcus. This is going to be fun.”Janie went to the door of the church and used her key fob to start the car warming, She went Annie's desk. “Hi Annie. Marcus said I should stop by. How are you?”Annie smiled coyly as she retrieved an envelope from the top right drawer. “I’m doing great, Janie. Here’s the key to the room. I mentioned the request ahead of time. Pastor Marcus asked me to add something from the congregation,” she said, holding out the envelope.“Oh?” Janie reached...
From Mena Arkansas to Colombia South America
I was willing to help an effort in the Reagan era for the CIA witch ended up leaving me in Colombia South America. Where I under went some dame messed up stuff no kid should have to endure. I was forced into a willing participate by none other than my pastor Fred J Foster. He flew me to Barks Dale AFB from Colombia South America where I waited days on end for him to come back. After leaving me at the Air Base he flew away in the plane we arrived in. Thankfully the soldiers on base brought me food every now and then to the plane I was waiting in. Till my pastor came back not to get me but to dr...