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Open Water: Mature Themes

Stories:

Fable of One Footprint
by loisrichardson An assignment my friend, a former high school English teacher gave her students and now retired, teased me to come up with my thoughts. Read more.

Holding On
by jortess It’s incredible how one event can change a person. I never thought about how I would survive without him, It never crossed my mind that I would have to. After all that was said and done and he was gone, I became everything I never thought I’d be. My body forced me into things,- things I knew that were bad, that in the end I would be punished for. As the wind whipped around my limp, lifeless body, my Creator stood silently. Perfect in all his glory sending his wrath upon me in in violent waves, spitting fire in every direction over powering me as I burned. Death thundered into me, as my heart made it’s last beat, and I inhaled my last breath of this world. Cast upon me was a endless life of pain, misery, and suffering as I unwilling faltered to the sentence God had chosen for me. I should have known that my actions would have sacrifice, that without him there’d be no Heaven for me, it couldn’t exist. Inexcusable as they were, becoming a excessive alcoholic, and attempting suicide on several occasions had it’s consequences whether I had succeeded or not.- They where still wrong. Judgment day had come and I have been condemned to the pits of hell for eternity. It would be nothing compared to the hell I endured while on Earth, the torment I had went through after he was gone, the eccentric events I had put myself through in order to cope with heartache he left behind, even hell had no comparison to that. The last words I heard sang in beautiful harmony as terror swept through my body “ashes to ashes, dust to dust-” And with that my creator vanished. Stinging pain swept through every part of me, as the fire took over and my bones began to form into dust. Screaming out in agony as the flames devoured me. As I closed my eyes trying to escape the wrath that came to destroy me, a Angel appeared pulling me away from the darkness…….. Read more.

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