When God Close The Door Novels & Stories

– Do you think it will work? - It's not that easy, but it will stir the waters. The main thing is Gary's part. - When do I do this? Goddess, I don't even know if I have the courage for it. - You have to have it. It all depends on you. You are the door; you will have to keep it closed.

Ever since Evan Moore renounced his worldly pursuits in order to pray for me, I would visit him at the monastery once every month. However, he wasn't in the meditation chamber today. As I waited for Evan inside, a breeze blew open his handwritten scripture. I was surprised when I casually skimmed through the words on the pages. He had always been protective of this handwritten scripture. Every time I asked to see it, he insisted I fast and pray for a week first. However, it was impossible for me to meet such strict demands when I still had to take care of our son.

“A male?” Gideon asks as he steps forward to close the van doors. I’m a little shocked when he pulls a key from his jeans and locks the door. Each time I’ve come here, the doors have been opened, does he really come and lock it each evening and open it up each day? Maybe my secret time alone hasn’t been all that secret after all.

It’s not over. Not even close— My entire body goes still. Outside the door. Close. Too close. Shit.

But she didn’t push it closed either. Just enough space. Just enough distance. Just enough tension. “Then make it over,” she said. And then she closed the door. ***

A hand that unceremoniously shoves me out of the car completely. “Get in there, and we’ll get you some chocolate. That should help with your PMS,” he says, shutting my door and locking it. With that, I’m left to be dragged by Dex toward the basement and the The Velvet Accord waiting below.

GOD "Oh my God!" the girl’s mother shrieked, her face as red as a tomato, glaring at her husband. "Peter! You forgot to close the door again, didn’t you?! I told you to check." Zazu and I exchanged glances, our hands clamped over our mouths to keep from laughing hysterically. We were barely holding it together. Zazu’s eyes were watering, and I was almost doubling over in silent fits of laughter. It was too much.

My gmother had only ever muttered little words under her breath, half-story, half-warning. But I remembered one thing she'd said, once, when she thought I was asleep. “The moon goddess can open two doors,” she had whispered. “One for ruin. One for mercy.” My forehead touched the dust. My hands curled into the cracked earth. In my chest, something gave way.

“ Just like the stories in your Very Informative Books?? “ He said, aircoating ‘The Informative Books’ making me go all red, before stepping out and closing the door behind him. “ Fuck you!! “ I cursed, loudly, thinking that he must be in the elevator by now and can't hear me but my eyes went wide as the door was pushed open again and revealed an amused Christian. “ Sure, tonight. Just don't burn down the house in my absence until then.“ He threw a wink my way before closing the door again. I kept staring at the closed door with red cheeks for a while, thinking that he could show up again and kept my mouth shut this time. Or might I say, He didn't leave me able to say anything.

“The biggest reason I believe in God, is you Aurora. It's not because I grew up in a christian household or the fact that I was dragged to church every Sunday morning, it's because you made me believe, you showed me he exists. Do you remember what you said to me when we were kids?” I shake my head, but I do know where she's going with this and it makes my heart sink, it makes my eyes water at the thought. Katherine didn't believe in God, and me being the preacher's golden grandkid I was, my whole life revolved around God and his promises for a wonderful life to his children so when she told me she didn't believe there was a God because he let her mom did, I told her there was a God and it mi