Who made god?
Buzzing noises fill my head.... sparks go flying.
Blank screen with one word:
Error.
Shit.
My computer broke.
Suddenly I hear a voice.
Clear and unwavering.
Indescribable.
“He did not come from anywhere. He had no beginning, and will have no end. He is the eternal, self- existing Being.”
Yeahhhhh....uhhhhhh....
“Wait, what did you say, Siri?”...
It’s a slow and painful road, my friend.
Time is the healer to your open wounds,
and your memories are a distant reminder of what used to be.
You’ll cry for the first month, maybe year.
But soon you will smile fondly at the memories.
You will remember the person who was alive, not the dead capsule of their soul.
And then, once your heart has mended,
you’ll be free. ...
The tears flowed
Steadily as she bowed
her head in mourning.
No longer was her mother calling
her in for supper,
Telling her stories
Of the glory days.
No longer was her mother walking
along the path,
Wheelbarrow in hand as
the hawk soared above.
She was born from a family of farmers,
Hard working; back-breaking;
sweat soaked farmers.
Simple lives, changed.
Like birds in winter she mi...
The Van wasn’t nearly as glorious as she had imagined, and couldn’t help a wave of disappointment consume the thrill of a chase.
She would have preferred no trouble at all but...
it was all the same anyway, right?
She had already packed a small bag of devious belongings, because, unlike all the other amateur rebels who thought they could assume they were criminals, they were all the same.
But...
Don’t go into the empty train compartment, the voices whisper in your ear.
“There’s a pineapple in there!” They scream hysterically.
Squealing, laughing... at you.
Your breath hitches and your heart thumps defiantly in your chest.
‘You’ll never get out!’ they assure you. Goosebumps tickle your neck as you look behind you.
They’re everywhere now.
Crawling, wriggling.
You won’t escape.
It’s al...
They repeated their false assurances until the words had blurred into each other.
Until the rain stopped beating against the windows and the shattering of glass stirred the ruckus.
Until they were found in the cellar.
I was in a hidden compartment.
Now, as I heard their screams and pleas for mercy, the words rushed back.
We love you.
Everything will be fine.
Parents lie.
...