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sebmojo
Oct 23, 2010


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Daily means one a day, monsieur Autism. Cool your jets.

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sebmojo
Oct 23, 2010


Legit Cyberpunk









Okua posted:

Cool stuff.




We buried her under the hill behind the bike shed and the air tasted like rusting metal, like rain. We had no dark, moist earth - she laid in sand, cardboard, dirt and old discarded juiceboxes. There was not a single candle and no speech for we were a row of boys standing around in a new sort of silence. Toes wriggled in wellies, pudgy hands were clasped and caked in mud. The silence was solemn, like the first word that broke it would have to be important, but none of us could think of anything good to say.

Behind the schoolbuilding, adults raised their voices and took the smaller kids in for shelter. Old and young, all would say we made it all up. Everything about going into a fairy-circle and the kingdom of the fey, walking through the intoxicating heather-fields and meeting the Queen Gracious. Maybe they'd even say that it was a girl-thing to make up stories about fairies.

In the silence we looked into each other's eyes. We tried to discern whether we all remembered the same. A few of us were already growing less serious, looking ready to head back. That was fine after we decided that it was a boy-thing to keep a secret good. Forever, if we had to. We wouldn't show a living soul our grief at the small kids digging up our fairy-circle or the way that night had fallen on the kingdom. Our quest was done. We had set no gravestone marker on the hill behind the bike shed. If there was a scent of lavender still lingering on our clothes, we did not draw attention to it.

Only when I was alone did I close my eyes and inhale.

good poo poo

sebmojo
Oct 23, 2010


Legit Cyberpunk










I think we're good for prompts for the moment my trans-dimensional friend, take the night off.

sebmojo
Oct 23, 2010


Legit Cyberpunk









Nition posted:

I posted this in the WritingPrompts sub on Reddit and they banned it for being too long. But I've been thinking about this as a starter for some sort of short story for a while so I'm posting it here. If this is too long for SA as well, whatever. Most of it is just a recap of history from the Bible.

Prompt:

In the time of the Old Testament, God's presence was palpable.

After selecting the Israelites as His chosen people, He led them out of exile and to the promised land in a series of monumental events including a great string of miracles. He rode above them in exile as a cloud, as a pillar of fire, clear and true and manifest. To keep them well and set them on the right path, he decreed a set of laws for them to follow, passed down directly by his word.
But people are fickle, and against His plans things went bad again and again. Every attempt to set the populace back on the right path was followed by more turning away. It became clear that no imperfect being could follow all the laws of a perfect one, and things would never be truly right. Sin was an inescapable facet of Man's free will.

A solution was needed, and finally the ultimate solution was chosen. God sent his son, his only son down to Earth to create a new covenant. His son would die, and in dying would account for the sin of all humanity. From that day forward, all who truly believed in God would be allowed to enter Heaven, the sins of their lives forgiven, covered by the death of Christ. The life of Christ himself brought more miracles, and more direct exhibition of the presence of God, subsequently passed down through the generations.

Now, two thousand years later, evidence of God's presence has all but disappeared from the world. The Christian church carries on, but reports of miracles are rare, isolated, and impossible to prove. Over these 2000 years the Christian church has spread and multiplied, been challenged and split, grown and also withered. But a communiqué from Heaven itself has been a rare, some say entirely absent thing.

Some say God fell into a deep depression after the death of His son. Some claim that in an attempt to treat all of humanity fairly, God became afraid to act at all, holding back His great hand with indecision as the world slowly falls to ruin. Others more optimistic, say He has merely begin to employ a light touch, a subtle guiding to the ways of things.
The history on Earth we can study. The question is, what has been happening in Heaven and in the mind of God over the last two millennia, to have things as they are? And what is His plan now?

It's a good enough slice of words, but I'm not clear what you'd do with it as a prompt, it's really 'you are a christian - WRITE!'

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