The True Believer Novels & Stories

Zara nodded and aksed again, "Is the man call God or Jesus is in here?" The coachman chuckles, "Lady, Jesus and God are the same. Though there are many debates to this, this is where the Christians go for prayers." Eve think deeply about what he says and turn to him with a hopeful look, "Do their prayers come true? If I go in and pray to whatever God's insides, will they come true?" Coachman smiled and says, "Lady, you have to be a believer first before ask something from a God you barely knew. However, Christians believe that God loves everyone doesn't matter if they are a believer or not.

Shaking my head, I stated, "That's what's wrong with you church folks. You're trapped in a little box when there's so much religion and truth out there." "Quip, he asks, "Out where?" "What? In the world." "Oh, you're one of those." "Excuse me? What the hell does that mean?" "Heeey! No need to cuss. I just thought you believed like me." "Believe what? In God? I believe in God. I once had a church and even got baptized, but that wasn't the end of all truth for me." Palms lifted, he chuckled, "Why are you so defensive? I'm just trying to learn your beliefs."

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

it flared hotter, more fiercely, as if her words had filled the oil to the blaze within him. "They believe," he stated, his voice rough but firm. "Though they behold only pyres and ash, though they are aware that death may come at dawn, they believe. For they remember something that you have lost sight of." His chains creaked as he tightened them, the noise echoing like storm-bells. "Belief is not the product of security. Belief is the product of decision. And they have decided." Kaelen moved forward, his massive body straining with pride. "Chosen you, brother. Chosen us. And no emaciated coward's whisper shall take that away."

He wipes his swords before putting them at his sides. He goes away and everyone get to do their work. Its hard to believe such things is happening at this time. If l tell someone outside there no one will believe me. Who would believe something that happened in 1800s when we are far in the year 2019. Who could believe that the rich are being enslaved when they are supposed to be the masters. A year has passed since l was brought to this place. I remember waking up in the main hall. Dressing in a rugg. Wondering if l have tramiggarated to ancient Japan. After all who could be sane after experiencing That.

When I'm eight, my younger sister, Rachel Gaffney, unplugs the battery powering my artificial heart so she can charge her phone. By the time Mom and Dad find me, my skin has turned blue, and I'm barely breathing. The doctors save my life, but I'm left with serious health problems that never go away. After that, Rachel might as well be invisible to Mom and Dad. They stop smiling at her and barely speak to her. All their time and attention go to me instead. Dad takes a job overseas just to pay for the monthly maintenance on my artificial heart, while Mom quits her job to stay by my side around the clock. She even fasts one day a week, praying that I'll be given more time. I may never be he

“I am Brother Dereel, this is Brother Deneel. We are followers of the One True Faith. Allow me to—” “Wait, hold on,” I said, walking back. “One True Faith? Do you follow the One True God?” They both looked shocked and horrified by the suggestion. “No, certainly not,” said Brother Dereel. “He was a heretic who was cast out. We only believe in nonviolence and kindness to all the creatures of the gods.” For all I knew, he was Joshaya in disguise. One True God, One True Faith... it seemed too much of a coincidence to have just bumped into these guys. Perhaps these two were worth talking to, after all.

I felt that truth settle heavily in my chest. "Can your contacts help?" I asked. "I will try," he said, and when he looked at me again, I saw not the unshakable man who had trained me.....but someone who suddenly looked years older. "Be careful who you trust. True believers are the hardest to fight." The next few days passed in a haze. Sleep became optional, and caffeine was a must. I spent my time mapping networks, tracing names, and cross-referencing every piece of data Jamie found.

"Because you deserve the truth. Because following someone based on a false belief is not real following. Because trusting someone based on incomplete knowledge is not real trust. Because believing in someone who hides their darkness is not real belief. You deserve to know who I really am. What I really am. How I really am. You deserve to know my flaws. My darkness. My imperfection. Then you can choose. Choose whether to still follow me. Choose whether to still trust me. Choose whether to still believe in me. But that choice must be based on truth. On complete knowledge. On full understanding. You must know who I really am. Then you choose. Choose freely. Choose honestly. Choose based on trut

One by one, her crew began to echo her rallying cry, “Our truths! Our truths!” Gabriel, surrounded by a throng of attackers, called out his truth amid the clash of metal and the chaos enveloping them. “I lost my first pack!” he shouted, a primal ferocity accompanying the admission as he continued to fend off attackers. “But I found a stronger one!” His words struck chords deep within their souls, resonating with honesty as they surged forth against the adversary.