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I gave him an appreciative kiss and ushered him away so that I could figure out what we were going to be having. God, I was in Heaven as I took stock of what we had. There were two fridges. The small one was stocked with all kinds of fruits and vegetables. The other one had dairy products and some raw meat that had a note, which stated the date and time that they were placed in the fridge along with a note that stated there were no plans for them. The walk-in pantry was filled with everything that I could possibly need for any recipe. It was separated between spices, baking items, items used in normal cooking.

The gray earth began to pulse. A field of wheat didn't emerge. Instead, a grove of trees grew, their fruit shaped like small, golden loaves of bread. Their bark was scarred and gnarled, but the scent they gave off was the most beautiful thing I had ever smelled. It was the scent of a debt paid in full. The Looming Debt The climax of the chapter arrived when the sky began to flicker. One of the "Wooden Stars" went dark, falling from the sky like a dead ember.

“They’re setting up a perimeter.” “Not attacking,” Draven says. “Containing.” They can’t bomb us. Not with their own people inside. Not with the whole country watching. So they’ll starve us. Or try. I look at the wheat. Already waist-high. Good luck. “Mother.” Sky’s voice. She’s holding a letter. Not like the others. This one’s handwritten. Fresh. A child’s scrawl. Thank you for the bread. From Jonah. The Tree hums. More.

He really is a fucking ghost, and he fully plans to do as the dead-woman possessing my mother warned: leave his current vessel to drop dead and rot and move on to his selected, supernaturally strengthened new host… I shiver, eyes on the church doors, and hand never leaving my revolver. “There will be others, like Father Jost and the best of our students, those strongest in faith, to lead this congregation. Remember, brothers and sisters, that death is not the end for those of us who are God’s beloved chosen.” I can straight-up feel that sickening, fake, benevolent smile he no doubt gives as he speaks those words. “We will meet again, whether on this plane, or in paradise. Keep vigilant for t

my grandmother gasped and clutched at her chest. My mother bent her head and quietly sobbed into her handkerchief. “What else aren't you telling us? Isn't Heaven out of surgery? Where is she?” my father said coldly. I clenched my fists at his overbearing tone. How would I tell them that Heaven is pregnant and in a coma? “Heaven…” Sensing my hesitation, Grandma grew more agitated. “Why aren't you saying anything? What's wrong with Heaven?” Taking a deep breath, I could only say, “Heaven fell into a…a coma.”

"See, Lily? I told you my ideas are commercially viable. We just need to tear down the drywall and let the structure express its inner truth." ​Lily looked like she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. She offered a weak, apologetic smile to the sales associate who was currently staring at Liam with deep concern. "Yes, darling, 'inner truth' is great, but remember we came here to find you a jacket, not to stage a structural revolution." ​Ava, meanwhile, was holding up a bizarre, avant-garde oversized trench coat she had just found. "Hey Liam! What does the poetry of concrete say about this?"

That night, the skies outside became a band of melodies; raging with a thunderstorm that could only be described as an omen. [The next morning Hevenly is seen dressed in a beautiful velvet dress made from Darkness that seemed me manifest as a solid object, a pair of high heels with long black stockings and a slit within the dress barely revealing her upper thigh. She intended to see to it that the seed she planted grew to its full bloom. This plane of Deidra was a very lush and beautiful forest almost untouched by any form of man-made structures.]

The place is like a province, there’s not much houses that blocks the wide sky and there’s no pollution from the vehicles for it only has a couple who owns here. After some time, I reached the store. I walked pass the temptations called foods and went to where the party stuffs are. I grabbed a couple bags of plastic spoons and left. I was trying so hard not to look and buy strawberry flavored gummies but I just can’t help myself. I left after paying and started my walk on the way home. I was already far from the store when I felt a drop of water on my cheeks. And before I realize it, the rain poured.

"Honestly, Lucy, this was a lot more fun than grocery shopping usually is. Maybe I'll bump into you again next time?” "Perfect timing," I replied, a confident smile gracing my lips. "I've got everything. Take care, Brian. It was a pleasure.” The icy rain slammed down in sheets, each dropping a tiny explosion on the cracked sidewalk. It was the kind of downpour that blurred the line between street and sky, transforming the world outside the grocery store awning into a shimmering curtain of gray. Shivering despite the supposed shelter, I craned my neck, searching the deserted street for the comforting yellow beacon of a taxi. Nothing.