When God Close The Door Novels & Stories

“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

"God what should I do?" ***

The door opened into the basement of a box factory on the outskirts of town. “What the hell are you waiting for? Open the goddamn door!” screamed Paul. “Wait! I need something to draw a cross on the door!” “What the hell for?!” “Do you want it to follow us and take our souls?” “Well, hurry the hell up, damnit!”

All she needs is just to close her eyes and sleep. George noticed her lack of interest and he stopped kissing her to look into her eyes, he sighed when he saw how tightly she closed her eyes and groaned, “what is going on, Irene? Why are avoiding me these days? What is going on? Don't I attract you any more, or do I have a smell you don't like? I have only made love to you twice in the past two months now. How are we going to have babies if I don't touch you? Or do you still need some time? Speak to me, honey, I am dying in silence.”

‎The doors close behind me with a soft hiss. ‎Game on. ‎

“Then I shall, head to my way and all, of course, seeing my very own gate of truth.” Marking a satisfying smile from HIM, she turns her back as she faces her door adorn with the explicit symbols and images of her entire life’s depiction. As it opens and the eye greeted her once more, its long and black hands grabs her once more and slowly engulfs her inside its void. With the faint giggle from God, she lastly hears the name HE tags her be. “Until next time, my little red riding hood.” Then BANG! The door closes, her door locks and holds her inside. Clutching the stone and towards her chest in protection, she watches the image of the truth and things that made up everything of the world and t

"Get it away from me. It's disgusting." Max's chest heaved, but he held back his anger and tried to embrace me. "Suri, I only love you. Why won't you believe me? The divorce threat was just to scare me, right? You wouldn't be so cruel." I immediately pulled away. "Mr. Davis, show some self-respect. Stop being so pathetic." Max contained his anger again as I casually flipped through a magazine. "Unless... you drown Coco and tell her you don't love her to her face. Then I might forgive you."

Jordy could barely speak. Because he knew what she saw. Maybe not everything. But enough. The distance between them before she entered had not exactly looked innocent. And Matt’s hand, Jordy felt heat rise into his face again. His mother looked at them one more time before finally stepping toward the door again. “Well…” she said slowly. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight,” Matt replied immediately. Jordy echoed it awkwardly afterward. The door closed. Silence. Complete silence. Jordy stared at the door like his soul had temporarily left his body.

Already with secrets that could destroy me. I know I could shut it all down by closing the mental door. And yet... I haven’t shut the door. Not yet. Hands suddenly grab me hard and fast.

Something deeper. Something bigger. The sky above cracks again. Not wide. Not open. But enough. A thin line. Silver. Alive. My breath catches. No. I was trying to close it. Not open it. The figure smiles. And this time, I understand why. Because I did not seal the door. I just knocked on it again. And something on the other side… is answering.