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I looked up at the glassed chambers and the colors and the image of Christ. And it was then i muttered the first words, calling his name. “Our father—” I cupped my chin to close my eyes. “My father, who is in heaven. Hear me, O Lord” And a heavy breath made it’s way out of me. To be continued...

"Which is why we encourage you to keep talking to him, he may be able to hear you even if he can't respond." I can hear, I screamed inside my head. I can hear everything and I'm trying to respond but I can't, something is blocking me just like you said. Elena was quiet and then she said, "If he can hear me then he knows about the babies." "He probably does." "And he knows I'm here every day talking to him." "Yes." "Then why won't he wake up?" Her voice cracked. "If he knows we need him why won't he come back?"

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.

He wished he could close his eyes and have a great sleep but the continuous blaring of a voice in his head wouldn't let him. “Mr Grey! Mr Grey! Don't close your eyes, Mr Grey! Look at me, Mr Grey!” He found the voice so annoying but he gave it his all to comply. Soon enough he felt movement around him as he was whisked into the theater. Then he felt those loud beeping machines multiply till he gently eased into unconsciousness. “Adrian! Adrian! You are awake”. He heard the familiar enthusiastic voice, and happiness filled him up; it was Rissa's unmistakably sweet voice that called out to him.

" Tanya. Once in the past, that name would have dragged me down into an endless abyss, but now, looking at it didn't cause even the slightest discord in my heart. That was another life, lived by another person. In the room was a fireplace, burning bright. I stepped over and tossed the entire stack in—papers, journal, everything. The papers curled in the embers, blackening and turning to dust and ash, along with everything contained within—the love, the hate, and the regret, none of that had to do with me anymore. Then, the door was pushed open, and Steven walked in. He was especially handsome today, and even his English seemed particularly fluent. "Are you ready, my love?" He extended his ha

Disgusted by my act, my forehead falls forward to lean against the door. So close, but worlds apart. I'm in a living hell. I need a woman who is in a relationship with another man. I just blew myself up by thinking of her, yeah, I never thought I would go to heaven but now I am sure I am getting stuck in the worst of the worst hells. Maybe I will face it in this world too

Is he gone again? I sighed. I get up to get ready for school and the first thing I do is to keep my bed in good condition. Last night, I remember as I fell asleep, he stayed. Guess I need to make myself always ready to accept that God always disappears and comes back whenever he likes to. But what if he is not coming back? I feel an ache in my chest, as if I was suffocated by its bitterness. Come now. Wake up. I said to myself, patting my cheeks. You are both in a different world. And you are just a puny human. Forget about that. Try to change the view and feel someone who is more human.

'Better judgment than most people,' he agreed, and she felt him smile against her hair, and she laughed — full and real and from somewhere deep — and he laughed too, that low unguarded sound she had been collecting since the very beginning. Outside, the last night of winter was snowing. Soft and slow, the kind that isn't violent, just quiet. The sky putting something gently to rest. Spring tomorrow. Everything still to come. She held him and let herself feel the full weight of it — this life, this man, this version of herself she had built from ash and stubbornness and the refusal to stay dead. The dry well is now overflowing

I took off my aids and clutched them hard in my palm as I tried to gather as many sounds as I could from around me. The window was open to allow fresh air into my apartment and I could feel a cool breeze blow in my direction but I couldn't hear it. The faucet in the kitchen never fully closes so the drips of water were silent to me. The television was on but the sounds coming from it were almost phantom-like and it suddenly felt lonelier this warm afternoon. "I wish Michael was here," I said but I couldn't hear myself like I used to before my hearing became impaired. "I wish Michael was here!" I yelled as loud as I could but my voice sounded like it was said by someone else at a distance. Th

She nods, and we both take a stroll down the deserted streets of London. “There is unrest in the Heavens,” she reveals, I listen carefully. “Something has awoken. Innocent souls weep, it’s disrupting the angels.” I can see why she seems so stressed. Heaven is a place untouched by chaos. If darkness touches the Holy Palace - there will be no heaven.