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Liban’s legs had rubbed raw from being sticky against the pickups bed liner. The owner had made quite a living using this Toyota pickup as a glorified bus. The interior had no air conditioning or radio, but the bed had been lined with the best faux fur that money could buy around Mogadishu. The quality was suspect and the longer Liban sat the more he stuck to it, melded to the “fur”. This was just part of the mission in ...
Rough and calloused, a hairy hand slammed a knife into the wood of the table, piercing through the map.
“There is no way I am going to let any scoundrel get that Eye before me! Avenly will be mine, no matter how many bodies I must bury to get there!” A gruff, nasty voice growled. In the shadows of the cabin of the ship, the captain’s dirty, sweaty face came into view. He had large, golden earrings protr...
Then Satan entered Judas, surnamed Iscariot, who was numbered among the twelve. So he went his way and conferred with the chief priests and captains, how he might betray Him to them. And they were glad, and agreed to give him money. So he promised and sought opportunity to betray Him to them in the absence of the multitude. Luke 22:3-22:6
The campfire we had surrounded that once roared ...
Walking through the south's forests, I became a person I never thought I would be nor would leave behind. I became Nymphphobos, high priestess of the Temple courts. I was the first of three girls selected at pre-teenage to become the priestess of the Temple courts. I felt powerful and beyond human at times; this is when I knew something was wrong. I'll see the world unfold like an onion, smelly and raw. I needed to leave...
My wonderful city had fallen to the prey of hunters of the demons. I lived down the road from the countryside. My mayor was voted for by the majority of the city. Anyone who did not vote for her was a loser. She was born and raised in our town and we are better for it. Along the east side of the city is the tourist center with rows of offices showcasing many examples of products that are manufactured in our town. On the north side is just the river that winds up and down the street which is supported by bridges made out of steel. Homes ar...
When I walked in and saw the bedroom Her and I used to share I could not exactly identify the whirlwind of feelings encircling through and around me.
"What in the.... fuck...." I say out loud to myself. That word echoed through the deafening silence, circled back around, and stabbed me directly in the heart. Maybe, at this moment, I felt her pain for the first time? Maybe all at once? I'm really not too sure at th...
It was a little past midnight. Samara was just returning home from work. Usually, she would be home by 7 in the evening, but today her boss had given her a lot of work, which she was supposed to complete before going home.
Samara was a curious girl. She would always go looking for trouble. It was really dark and there was no one on the streets except her. Samara didn't have a car yet, so she was walking h...
I wanted to throw it against the wall – that's what people say sometimes about books they don't like. It's anger. In some cases, it may even be actual Incredible Hulk/run-around-like-you're-on-fire rage. Why is the reaction so strong? If we purchase other items, such as a new brand of potato chips or what have you, and they're terrible, we say Yuck, and then we shrug and move on. We do not have the urge...
What had he done? He was speechless. His cross was clenched tightly in his left hand, knuckle pale and white. Who would believe what he just witnessed? The young man had struck a deal one would only believe to be figurative. However, he fixed the conceptual belief to fit reality.
The boy was always an extremely faithful Christian, which made him incredulous about what he did. He just made a deal...
Nasty little runts, squirming and slithering in their own wretched filth! Eternally damned to live and squawk in squalor, desperately trying to find a way out, their puny mush of a brain cell, clattering around in their empty vessel.
No, they will suffer, just as I have, they will feel the dread of being born into a world that despises them.
They. Will. Suffer.
What Really Matters
By Heather Ann Martinez
"It doesn't count if you are already planning your defeat, Jonah."
"It should still count for something. At least you aren't running away from your destiny this time."
"I thought we weren't going to talk about the whale or Nineveh."
"That's all in the past now but your journey is not over. It doesn'...
On a bright and sunny morning, Fredrick. P. Henderson was relaxing on his porch with a cup of coffee in his hand, thinking. He wasn't thinking about anything in particular though. Actually, he was thinking about nothingness. It was the type of feeling where if someone asked you if you were thinking, you would have answered, yes. But, if they asked you what you were thinking, you wouldn't be able to tell them. Suddenly, Mr. Henderson sort of "woke up" from his thoughts to find about five kids with worried expressions, hurrying past his law...
The family house.
Due to hardship and spiritual reasons most of the people in the family got married out of wedlock particulary the ladies, they settle in a small hut with their husband's together with their grandpa, he doesn't want them to disassociate themselves from each other. He's still wanna keep the family bond. Thoughtfully enough they all bought to his ideas but there's a hidden secret that hol...
I think the way my faithful behave will make God to felt bad about me. I felt their sinful nature will make me to Miss God blessing. I felt sister that I am going to hell not heaven as my veins tell. Oh I miss God grace. I hear Angel and Satan are wrestling over my deed. I miss heaven as I see the gate of the hell is open I can tell you sister. Be strong in your faith and preach love and peace. For me my faithful had...
“Do not remember the former things, Nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing, Now it shall spring forth; Shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness And rivers in the desert. Isaiah 43:18-19
At times like this when I am alone, just me and my thoughts, with nothing to really focus on, and I can slow down, I like to think back, to ponder and to think about where I h...
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