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SETTING: Inside the temple in a spacious area, vendors sell sacrificial animals. The arguments with customers are barely heard over the cooing of doves, bleating of lambs, and mooing of cows. The smell greets anyone entering.
JESUS walks in, looks around and watches, then develops a scowl on his face. He walks out, then returns with a scourge made of thick leather strips. The ends of the of the foot long...
Who knew that new floors meant hours of hammering and clouds of dust. Who knew I wouldn't be able to paint until the floors were done. The schedule seemed perfect on paper, but in reality we were already three days behind. Moving is inconvenient, stressful, and unpredictable. "I'm never moving again!" I said for the third time today. But it didn't matter because no could hear me above the cacophony of construction.
Lazily, she woke up after her lie-in and made herself a delicious breakfast. As the lovely smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted into her nostrils, she inhaled deeply. Listening to her favorite music from her Bose speakers, she waltzed through her breakfast and left the vessels in the sink.
"What shall I do w...
Chrysanthemums are not pretty.
They are not the works of Michaelangelo, they are none so pristine as the Sistine Chapel. Their blossoms are not to be worn like jewelry, woven through the tatters and frays spilling the stuff of your veins, as if they are to stitch up the wounds and sew over the sutures. They are by no means beautiful creatures.
They are the saturated tourniquets bandaged over scars that n...
I thought I was seeing things.
I saw an Angel, who came into my sight, when I was at the bottom of the valley, while feeling defeated and failed. He is so beautiful and gorgeous, merciful, and kind, a non-humankind.
Do you remember those moments, when we were on the boat that you made, your favourite toy, on the lake where we met, with the witness of ducks and geese, under a sky that matches your beautifu...
A young man stood in front of a group in an auditorium. It was full of hundreds of people, all of different ethnicities, genders, and religions. All waited to hear what he would have to say.
Taking a deep breath, feeling just as nervous as the first time he did it, he began the speech he’d given a thousand times. “Welcome to Highway to Heaven.”
“I've never been a super religious guy....
The box was always kept under the dining room table, which was against the wall. My mother would get it out and stand on it when she wanted to dust the top of the curtains. My earliest memory of the box is when I was about four years old. My mother had gone out and I remember pushing the box into the kitchen. I used the box to stand on to reach the shelf where the biscuits were kept. I took some biscuits and then pushed...
I look for a sign.
Anything that will change my mind. Anything.
I walk down the streets of New York same as everyone else. I know someone is out there thinking how beautiful this place is– Just give it a few years. When I first moved here, I was in awe of the high buildings. We never had building like these in the country side so it was always such a beauty. I always felt like the buildings would fall bei...
THIS IS THE DAY WE DIEDepression sounded like a half-witted song, one that couldn’t be sung at home or school or the church. It was something so ephemeral that it seemed to have lost its meaning. It was unlikely that one of the children would somehow become infected with the virus. Life with the Bishop was simple: mornings with prayers and a plate of fried bananas; afternoons with Jesus and rosaries and seashells; evenings with stories and hymns. There was no way a child living with Bishop would end up being contaminated...
Lily King answered the rapping on her front door completely uninformed. In the back of her mind somewhere was the thought that her friend, Bee, was dropping by to discuss her rose bushes again. Instead, she opened the door on the strangest chapter of her life.
It was just after supper and the knocking was firm, insistent as she made her way from the sudsy sink to the front entryway of her rambling farmh...
"George and Blackberry Cobbler" It is said, walking vigorously for a period everyday is good for one's health. I try to be health conscious...or truth be told, I am aware that I love food, and need to lose weight. So, I walk everyday. Living in a small town, without even one traffic light, I can easily walk to either of the stores, to work at the only service station where I'd never met a stranger, and rarely drive my own car. &nb...
Moan. “What happened? Where am I?”
My mother sitting in a chair a few feet from my bed gave me her sweet, sympathetic smile, then said, “Oh, hi dear, I’m glad you are waking up. You are in County General Hospital. You were in a car accident.”
I moaned again as I took inventory of all my aching body parts. I realized I wasn’t feeling anything in my legs. I tried wiggling my toes. Nothing. “I can’t fee...
Six years ago, life had changed for Elizabeth through disappointing occurrences. Her relationship ended due to an affair Edward, of eleven years, decided to involve himself.
She had read numerous articles where they expressed how rekindling a love is by remembering and talking about how they fell in love and the best times they had with each other. Elizabeth arranged for a sitter for h...
Content warning: homophobia, child sexual abuse
I understand that I will never see Father Felix again. I will never again hear the gaiety in his laugh, see the brilliance of his smile, hear the great charisms in his sermons, or eat any of the bread that he has turned into God.
We have loads of bread at the church. That is where we go to think about God. God is the one who made our mothers give birth to us. He did the same thing to their mothers. Father Felix’s job is to turn the br...
For in my life, once a most loyal servant of the most secular guardianship, have I incorruptibly and undeniably did what was requested of me – without fault no less!
How foolish am I?
For in the service, I have willingly committed things that have now showcased themselves to be the opposite of what they were!
For in the duty, I have willingly exacted crimes instead of due j...
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