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| The Word of the Past | Started by: Angels on Sep 18, '08 20:32 |
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This is a memory...This is a book...This isn't something I want you to laugh at...It's something I want you to remember...Here we go... Well there I was...Staring the lord to the soft eyes...I have my chance to prove my reason to be in this wonderful land of endless snow...I had the mission.The mission to prove the memories... "You will be going to the land of the young and show them that memory is a power..."The lord said staring down to me,watching for a single move in my kneel..."Show the young that their lost is happy...But some might not have been as lucky..."he said as I stood up to reply... I was dealing with loss of my wings or loss of this guilt that has cursed my eternal life... "I accept..."I say with a serious face.I bowed to his smile and walked to the golden gates that were atleast higher than scientist could freak over...As the gate keeper opened the gigantic gates and I jumped over the line that stood there and fell...I opened my wings and shot towerds the big beautiful ball of endless war... When I entered the atmosphere my wings evaporated into the clouds I know as Heaven and fell like a rock from space towerds the ground...When I hit I found myself unhurt and in the middle of nowhere...I looked around and found a cross...I knew it was my gear.When I held the gold cross on my heart I could feel the robes of priesthood on m soft skin that trn to rocky oiley skin.I took a string from the air which was what held my wings to me and strung my cross into a necklace... Well as I started t walk,passing nothing,nothing,and just more nothing,I felt I'd never find anything.Until when I started to hunger I saw some travellers passing by towerds the east.I ran to them and asked for help.Crazily it turned out they were African priests and on a beautiful black stallion like horse was a priestest...She must have been the top-priest because she ordered them to get me food and water and a horse to ride right next to her...I was so joyfull I thought I might cry but my teardots were sucked dry... When we went about a mile and a half we entered a small Algerian town full of sad memories...As we past by them the worse my head hurt with sad memories...I asked to stop when we past the saddest and I came to a Old lady and a small child carrying a rock.When I gave the old woman incouraging words she smiled and spoke something I surprisingly knew.But when I kneeled to the child he frowned and I took off my cross and told him a story from the bible he made a small smile and he said he missed someone but he was to sad to say the name.So I told him "Hope is the only way to stay strong.Believe in yourself" and he thanked me by giving me a wooden tool.After so the old woman thanked me and I told them to thank god.So after that me and the priests moved on through the city and back on desert land. To Be Continued... |
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| Reply by: Prem_is_Sexy at Sep 18, '08 20:54 | |
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| Man Prem, I wish I had said that! | |
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