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Scullars
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Username: Scullars
Post Number: 5
Registered: 02-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, May 29, 2004 - 09:34 pm: | 
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IT.
The darkness started on a bright Elysian day, a day in which vibrant wildflowers traced the edge of a serene lake and mountains loomed majestically in the distance. It was nothing but a pinprick, an errant thought. Yet I sat up in panic at the impossibility. And the panic itself made the darkness grow.
“What a friend we have in Jeeesuuss…” I sang to myself. At the same time, ‘For all who keep his mind on Him shall have everlasting peace’ echoed in my thoughts. Yet that larger-than-pinprick shadow grew a little bigger, slightly darker.
Peace. Everlasting peace. That was the promise. That was the prize for the sacrifice.
I stood up hastily from the bank where I had been laying, where my thoughts a moment before had been filled with the greatness of Him. Nothing else should have gotten in.
I walked along the hidden trail that led to the main city. Afar off, gold of an iridescent hue glinted, purer than any gold imaginable. Sparkles of precious gems accented the light.
Wondrous voices raised in glorious harmonies gifted the endless day, their echoes all around…as they were always. Always. I shook the thought from my mind. The way the thought, the way that IT reverberated had been…what was the word…Disturbing? An old word hardly remembered, reborn. And why should it have come? I mean here beauty abounded and my life was filled with joy. Pure, unadulterated happiness…
Another thought, something else remembered… “nothing can exist without it’s opposite…there can be no beauty without ugliness…no joy without sorrow…no day without night, for how should we know one without the other….”
I hastened my steps, but IT pursued. No, not pursued. Because IT was in me. This darkness in paradise.
I tried several mantras to throw IT off…I sang, I glorified…and found my tongue dry.
I was remembering. IT was re-opening paths, replanting seeds… And I could no longer fight it.
Books. I remembered books. Not the Book of Revelations, nor the Book of Life, the only books housed in a library of crystal stairs and amethyst tables. No. The books I remembered…(I smiled at the thought, wondered at the perverse pleasure) …were those of murder, pride, lust, sin. Books that had stimulated my mind and other parts.
A brethren passed, adorned in royal purple, a hue whose brilliance had never been seen on Earth. And I remembered purple mountains majesty, a long-ago phrase, mountains in the distance…not as glorious as the peaks that rose unbroken into this endless sky. I remembered the terror of losing my grip on a rope as I climbed one of those earthly mountains…and how once the terror had passed, an underlying exhilaration remained. Fear bringing pleasure? The sound of roller-coasters thundered in my head, temporarily drowning out the chorus.
As I walked, I nodded to passing sisters and brothers, the faithful, the believers. Tried not to notice the chiseled jaw of one of the Seraphims, the musculature of his arm…
…an arm that held me tightly as lips traced along my nipples…
No! I silently shouted to IT. I rebuked IT. Refused IT. Resisted IT. But IT was taking me to the edge of the mountain, daring me to throw myself into the abyss…
I walked on, smiling. Nodding to those who greeted me. Listened to the voices of angels. Took in the beauty of the gates that bordered the main city. Looked in adoration at the Saints as they strolled together…Mark, Peter, Luke…
And could hardly take in the Light all around me. He was everywhere, all around. No escape. Escape? But why should I want to escape?
I widened my smile, knowing the lie that it told. Because IT was here now. In me. IN ME. Yes, the snake had returned to Eden.
And I felt cold in the warmth of His Love.
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A_womon
"Cyniquian" Level Poster
Username: A_womon
Post Number: 157
Registered: 05-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, May 30, 2004 - 07:41 am: |
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Scullars,
I love your prose and imagery! It makes me want to know what's really going on. Is this just a mini short story or a "peek" into your novel? |
Scullars
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Username: Scullars
Post Number: 7
Registered: 02-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, May 30, 2004 - 08:29 am: |
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Thanks womon. This is just a short story I wrote as a Christmas present to a writer friend of mine. To me, this would be the ultimate horror...to be dissatisfied in heaven, bored even. |
Abm
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Username: Abm
Post Number: 260
Registered: 04-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, May 30, 2004 - 09:30 am: |
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Scullars,
That is wonderfully written. And its subject matter is most profound. It causes me to ponder a question: Could one who is worthy of acceptance into Heaven indeed have a spirit that could become bored with paradise? |
Scullars
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Username: Scullars
Post Number: 12
Registered: 02-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, May 30, 2004 - 09:38 am: |
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Thanks Abm. I thought about that question too, and methinks that God would weed out that poor soul. The story comes from my pondering years ago about heaven. What would it be like? Would there be food and books? - two things I don't want to "live" without. Outside of a somewhat physical description in the Bible, we're never clued in to a day by day synopsis of what it will be like. People just make claims that there will be rejoicing. But eternity is a long time for nothing more than praising. But, then again, I'm getting too specific. Guess it'll just be enuf not to be burning in hell. :-) |
Cynique
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Username: Cynique
Post Number: 505
Registered: 01-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, May 30, 2004 - 03:20 pm: |
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This was more like an epic poem than a story. Good hook. |
Thumper
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Username: Thumper
Post Number: 146
Registered: 01-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, May 30, 2004 - 03:58 pm: |
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Hello All,
Scullars: Your brief story was well written. Good work! |
Scullars
Newbie Poster
Username: Scullars
Post Number: 17
Registered: 02-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, May 30, 2004 - 06:43 pm: |
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Thanx Cyn, Thumper. :-) |
Abm
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Username: Abm
Post Number: 264
Registered: 04-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, May 30, 2004 - 07:13 pm: |
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"The mind is it's own place, and of itself can make a heaven of hell, and a hell of heaven."
"Tis better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven."
- John Milton's "Paradise Lost" |
Lambd
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Username: Lambd
Post Number: 128
Registered: 01-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Tuesday, June 08, 2004 - 08:39 am: |
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It's why were never supposed to eat from the tree of good and evil. We were never supposed to know the difference. We were only supposed to be able to see the good in God, the good in each other, the good in the earth, and the good in ourselves. To know the other side and the vast chasm between the two, was to know lust and sin...And the lust for sin. |
Cynique
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Username: Cynique
Post Number: 586
Registered: 01-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Tuesday, June 08, 2004 - 12:32 pm: |
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That's the trouble with religion. Everything good is bad. Which is why my mind has taken on a mind of its own. How sweet it is. |
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