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Where Is Your God?
“Oh god, how I miss this”. The devil in his human form looks up at earth’s sky with sinister glee. “To embody a man truly deserving my power and ambition is rare. However, I digress, I’m here with your lamb. The one you’ve chosen to let rule in your stead. I wonder, what makes her so special”? The devil stands in the middle of a green pasture full of life and God's creatures. The light is fading and a burning red glow emits from the horizon. Lucifer looks over to the dimming light and hellish glow.
By Creation Studios8 years ago in Futurism
Gehenna
I have been accused of Sorcery and Witchcraft. I will be burned at the eve of tomorrow. It is lies! I have been a faithful woman of God, a loyal servant. One of his most loyal. Since childhood, I have not been absent a sermon. I have raised abandoned children as my own, donated to the offering each mass, and held no God before him. I have aided this community and served as the village nurse. I have buried loved ones and prepared new marriages. I have repaired old marriages! I have counseled and advised. Lightened hardships and toughened bonds. Been a devoted wife to my husband; a descipable man that abused and neglected his duties, though a word was never cast from me. The secrets he contained. He fancied the younger girls, he did. Chasing after them as a rabid beast hunts its prey. Though I mended his threads, warmed his baths, and served his feasts. Silently.
By Syntheri Gnosis8 years ago in Futurism
God's Champion
"I've got to get away! Why won't this nag go any faster?" The Champion cried as he raced his horse along the winding mountain road. He could still hear something chasing after him, forcing him ever higher into the mountains just outside the city of Essensia. He couldn't tell who or what chased him, but he knew he couldn't let it catch him. He had seen little more than shadows and heard little more than some sort of snarl, but he was filled with a dread which he could not explain.
By George Beighey8 years ago in Futurism
She Is Everything
The office is empty this time of day, when everyone goes to lunch and the phones go straight to voicemail. She is still here, however. She eats a peanut butter and honey sandwich at this hour every day from behind her executive desk. She'd acquired this job a few years ago, and how she'd acquired it, well that'd been the speculation of her employees ever since, but they didn't know the truth, and it never bothered her much. She was more powerful than they could ever imagine, and their petty gossip was nothing for her to bat an eyelash over.
By Amy Alexander8 years ago in Futurism
'Her Name Was Honey and His Name Was Brian'
It was one dark winter night in December. Brian had just finished college in Old Woking, and he was heading through a gap in between some old cottages that seemed to have been there since back before Second World. He really didn’t think about it, to be honest. His grandmother didn’t mention it to him; he was only told snippets of some stories but he wasn’t allowed to ask why because he could see that she was still upset about it, even though so many years has passed.
By Lizzy Arrow8 years ago in Futurism
Waiting
In the world above, spring had just made a reappearance. Naturally, that meant in the world below, darkness overtook it. The Underworld was always a rather gloomy place, but when she left, a new darkness would take over. It was more than just the darkness of death, it was more than just agony, it was much more than terror. It was a darkness brought on by the cries of a man with a broken heart.
By Autumn Hardin8 years ago in Futurism
The Prophecy / Chapter 2
The dining room was as elegant as the ball room in Cinderella’s castle. It smelled of cheesy goodness and fresh lettuce. My stomach growled at the aroma filling the room. I see a small empty table over by the window overlooking the garden. I get settled in just in time as waiters in dark colored chef coats walked out delivering food to every table.
By Bobbi Combs8 years ago in Futurism
Playing With Fire
Prologue Not wanting to go in and face the demons from her past, she stood on the porch. With her hand shaking, she grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door. It was as dark as a moonless night inside the old house and finally working up the nerve, she stepped inside. Sealing her fate, the door suddenly swung shut with a bang loud enough to wake the dead.
By Sandra Dee8 years ago in Futurism
