The Testimony of the Christ part 12000 YEARS AGOThe Testimony of the Christ part 11 month ago in Settings More Like This
You see the sun on a hot day somewhere in Nazareth, a small town south west of the Sea of Galilee northern Israel.
Joseph uses a hammer to build a house that's under construction with the help of his coworkers. Joseph hammers a nail all the way into the wood. His son, Jesus at age 12 helps him by handing him the nails. All of them are Jews.
Joseph: Jesus, pass me a nail.
With his mouth open, his eyes open all the way they can, Jesus holds a nail in front of him, and is lost looking at the nail.
A man in his 30's is nailed to a cross that is flat on the ground. Jesus at age 12 is one of the many witnesses there and he is afraid of what his virgin eyes see.
Crucified Man: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! UH AAHHH!
Jesus feels his hand as if it were pierced by a nail. He looks down at his hand that he is rubbing.
A crow lands on the cross of the crucified man and looks at Jesus.
END OF FLASHBACK
Joseph jumps off the house and lands on his feet. His coworkers continue to work on
Just Like YouI feel my jaw being torn away from my disjointed skull,Just Like You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly manifesting within me is a rhythm of unattainable love.
I've lost the motivation to write you pretty little sonnets of love,
I know how they disgust you deep inside your black core.
You ever picture yourself dying almost perfectly,
A painted mirror image of what will happen to you?
I see myself getting hit by a train one rainy night,
When the whiskey is bellowing its sad songs.
I can see the one big light as it approaches from afar,
Then in a blink of an eye, I can see nothing left on the tracks.
All I see is a mangled body torn and splatted across the front,
Whisking away each day as it sits there to rot and decay.
The axe has cut down the limbs and branches off my security blanket,
I no longer have protection against the worlds harshest ideas.
Love is the worst idea of them all, in fact,
Especially how it cons you into believing you, a monster, could be loved.
I'm a monster, a fictional beast that lurks in the deep shadow
Absolute TruthIf the truth is determined by popular vote, then there is no absolute truth.Absolute Truth3 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Godly Relationships 79: Praise Him!If you're like most folks on the planet, you're a very busy person. Your life is probably hectic, demanding, and complicated. And when the demands of life leave you rushing from place to place with scarcely a moment to spare, you may not take time to praise your Creator. Big mistake.Godly Relationships 79: Praise Him!4 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The Bible teaches it clear: it pays to praise God. Worship and praise should be a part of everything you do. Otherwise, you quickly lose perspective as you fall prey to the demands of everyday life.
Do you sincerely desire to know God in a more meaningful way? Then praise Him for who He is and for what He has done for you. And please don't wait until Sunday morning-praise Him all day long, every day, for as long as you live...and then for all eternity.
A Life in LettersA is for Art, my greatest form of expression.A Life in Letters3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
B is for Beauty, a little of it can be found just about anywhere.
C is for Clarity, of which I hope to keep in my life.
D is for Dreams, which I will work to accomplish.
E is for Everything, which all connects to each other in some way.
F is for Freedom, given to me through Jesus Christ.
G is for God, who brought Jesus to us.
H is for Happiness, desperately needed in the world.
I is for Imagination, I couldn't imagine a world without it.
J is for Joy, which comes from having all the things mentioned above.
K is for Kings, because we were all called to be Kings and Queens.
L is for love, my reason for being and a driving force like no other.
M is for Moving, continue to move forward, don't look back.
N is for Never, never giving up.
O is for Obstacles, they will always be there, overcome them!
P is for Perseverance, be persistent a
I'm not afraid to fear. But I'm afraid to end.I walk a road the has no ending and strangely no beginning. This road is life.I'm not afraid to fear. But I'm afraid to end.2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is compulsory to walk this road.
There aren't many stop signs. Only one way.
That is the most common sign.
But when I reach a stop sign its either something bad or amazing.
And from there! You play a waiting game!
And then that's when it starts getting to you.
You start fearing the worse.
Or you decide to brace yourself. Make a barricade! Arm yourself.
Grab a shield! Put on your Armour and scream "I'm not afraid".
But then you realize that your Armour is rusted.
Then the realism hits you.
Have no real reason to fear that stop sign.
But you have more reason to fear that there might actually be an end.
Red as BloodThe leaves were red that year. Afterwards, the old and superstitious would call it a bad omen, but that autumn, everyone only spoke of how beautiful it was. The setting sun coloured the sky and earth and sea red as well, though no one thought of them as blood-red at the time. No, that autumn, the world was crimson, and the apples in the orchards were juicer than ever before. It was apple-autumn and rowan-autumn, and everything that was good in the world shone ever the brighter.Red as Blood6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But afterwards, when the blood had washed all the memories from the beaches, the survivors whispered of the sign of the gods. The colour of war had been a warning, but the people had been too naïve to interpret it rightly. Afterwards, no one smiled when they autumn leaves turned from yellow to red. Afterwards, no one smiled anymore. None save Branwen.
The old bitch, once jumping around in joy, now only waved the end of her tail as Branwen scratched her behind her ears. The hound, who had been the weakest in
Chapter 14: The Orphanage (MLP FAN-FIC)As I followed the celestial pony deeper into what was left of the orphanage, I felt a slight breeze of nostalgia.Chapter 14: The Orphanage (MLP FAN-FIC)2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It slowly faded in and when I stepped back it faded away.
I looked into the main doorway.
Why am I saying hello into nothing. Am I actually expecting it to respond.
Okay, I must be going nuts. I just yodeled into a hallway.
I quickly stepped inside hopefully without anyone seeing me.
I could hear the broken glass crackle beneath my feet.
It was so hard to see, but the pony just kept walking.
The pony looked young like a colt. Just a couple of years old.
I reached the end of the hallway. It was blocked by a beam of wood to the right.
So I went left!
Left has always been seen as lucky.
As soon as I thought that, I fell.
The pony looked back. I heard a gasp before I heard it running away.
Did it hear me?
No.. I yodeled in there it couldn't of?
I felt a cold tingle go through me.
Black silhouettes of more pony's were in front of me.
I got up and began t
The Fairy RingWhite frost glittered on the rose-prickles in the sunrise. He hardly noticed the icicles that hung down the roof of the outhouse like a frozen waterfall. He rushed by the stone walls that divided the blue garden into different sections, and then abruptly came to a halt at the outskirts of the woods. There was no going back now. One more step, and he would most likely never return.The Fairy Ring1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The decision was his, after all. No one could say that his will was not free, or that he had not chosen this on his own. They would miss him, he was sure, but he knew that he could not live if he did not at least try.
So he took another step. And yet another. He was lost in the old forest which he had never before dared to enter. The unknown had always frightened him, and in this darkness, no one would hear him scream.
He was, for the first time in his life, entirely dependent on no one else but himself. But it was not only his life that was in danger.
The others had told him to forget her. Hope was lost, th
My SoldierMy Soldier2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am loneliness and a soldier's niece
I wonder about the future and it's surprises
I hear the crying of soldiers that have died fighting for their country
I see depression that consumes the soldier's family
I want the death of war to stop and my soldier to come home
I am loneliness and a soldier's niece
I pretend my soldier is back home with me protecting me from home
I feel the cold wind on my skin as I sit on the porch waiting
I touch the clothes to my face as i remember his presence
I worry about my soldier not coming home one day
I cry when being strong is too hard to do anymore
I am loneliness and a soldier's niece
I understand the duty a soldier has to his country
I say come back as he walks into war
I dream of death, the darkness, and the war not claiming my soldier forever
I try to be strong for him
I hope I will get to see him again
I am loneliness and a soldier's niece
A Soldiers MemorialA Soldiers Memorial2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People watch the soldiers carrying the coffin
They watch and stare at the big brown box
Carrying a son, a husband, a father, and a soldier
The mother and father watch thinking
"Why are we burying our son when it should be the other way around?",
The wife watches as she cries thinking to herself
"I don't want the words till death do we part to come true.",
His daughter stands there holding her mothers hand crying asking her mom
"Where's daddy mommy why isn't he waking up and why are those men carrying his box?",
His fellow soldiers look at the box watching it move down the row of people
They all think back to when he was shot and all say to themselves
"Why couldn't I have saved him he didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve to be carried off the battle field raw and breathless?",
The soldiers shoot off their guns in memory of
A son, a husband, a father, and a soldier...
The Canadian SoldierThe Canadian Soldier4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The Canadian Soldier is:
The Canadian soldier is profane and irreverent, living as he does in a world of capriciousness, frustration and disillusionment.
He is perhaps the best-educated of his kind in history, but rarely accords respect on the basis of mere degrees or titles.
He speaks his own dialect, often incomprehensible to the layman. He can be cold, cruel, even brutal and is frequently insensitive. Killing is his profession and he strives to become even more skilled at it.
His model is the grey muddy, hard-eyed comrade who took Vimy Ridge, endured the unendurable in the Scheldt and held the unholdable at Kapyong.
He is a superlative practical diplomat; his efforts have brought peace to many around the world. He is capable of astonishing acts of kindness, warmth and generosity. He will give you his last sip of water on a parched day and his last food to a hungry child; he will give his life for the society he loves.
Danger and horror are his familiars and his sense of humor is, ac
Lost HerosLost Heros2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amidst a pearly sea of white,
Beneath a floor of green,
Lay the keepers of the flag,
To guard eternally,
They kept us safe throughout the years,
Pay homage now must we,
To those who fought for our freedom,
The saviors gone- Now seen.
RequiemForASoldier...RequiemForASoldier...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They bury him under a flag, on a cool autumn morning. His brother escorts her, supports her tenderly through the service. He is the one who flinches at the rifle salute. She closes her eyes and opens her heart and lets the staccato shots pass through her like a wind.
Only blanks. Not real bullets. Nothing like the barreling rounds that ripped his flesh and smashed in under his narrow ribs and nailed his life to the inside back of his flack jacket.
That slim silent figure in uniform. Laid out cold and still. Thats not him. Hes not here. He slipped out of his shell somewhere in the middle of a desert city under siege. Hes maybe still there, a little lost. A little uncertain where to go from here. He might linger where his brothers are still fighting. Screaming silent warning. Aching to fight beside them still, to prote
A Part of MeDrawings on paper constructed of hope and stardustA Part of Me2 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Gathering memories long ago lost and forgotten in the void of night
Line up the pieces
Gathering pictures of friendship and journeys far away
Put the pieces together forever knowing that they will be entwined
Linking the memories
Caged is the bird with the pen and the paper of your heart
Casting shadows of memories of another time and another place
Onto the pages
GSG-9 vs. Israeli CommandosDisclaimer: I don't own Deadliest Warrior; but I wish I did.GSG-9 vs. Israeli Commandos3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deadliest Warrior, Chapter 19: GSG-9 vs. Israeli Commandos
GSG-9, The top secret paramilitary arm of the German police, known as the most lethal counter terrorism squad in the world.
(We see some GSG-9 footmen taking down some terrorists).
The Israeli Commandos; Israelis top secret assassins, who fend off terrorists dedicated to destroying the Jewish nation.
(We see some Commandos using their martial arts to take down some terrorists).
WHO IS DEADLIEST?
To find out, our world class fighters are testing histories most lethal weapons. Using 21st century science, we'll see what happens when the two warriors go toe to toe. No rules. No safety. No mercy. It's a duel to the death, to decide who is....THE DEADLIEST WARRIOR!
GSG - 9
Height - 6'
Weight - 200 LBS
Gear - 60 LBS
Armor - Kevlar Vest & Titanium Helmet
Foce Size: Classified
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 180 LBS
Narrator: Here at the F
I Am....I Am....2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Where am I? Who's there?!?
Now the gate sits unlatched, headstones to the sides, the grave you dug sits open now, deep and dark and wide.
Whitlow, Thomas. Service number Four, eight, zero, one, dash, four, seven, dash, three, eight, three, six, dash, one, one, dash, TW.
Where are you, what are you?!?!
I am the architect of your damnation, I am the monument to all of yours sins.
Whitlow, Thomas. Service number 4801-47-3836-11-TW. Ensign, Zodiac two. Why do you keep pushing me!!??!!
You are ours. There are no secrets between us anymore. Only. Thoughts. Un-Tapped. You have seen this, you will not last resisting, submit or you will know our wrath!
Whitlow. Thomas. Service number...
...11-TW. Ensign, Zodiac two. Frontal grouping,intelligence... you, won't, have, me...
We already do.
Death will not be your escape, Hades not your haven, you will answer when we ask, your
Eagle TransformationA piercing screech echoed through the half-filled auditorium. Some let out gasps and others looked on in awe as the bald eagle soared mere feet above their heads before gripping onto a thick leather glove protecting the handler's hand from its sharp talons. All had gone as planned and the audience members began clapping.Eagle Transformation1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sora was sitting right in front of the stage, in the first row. This was the 9:00pm show, the last one before the zoo closed for the night, and the fourth of the day. He had been to all four shows, sitting in the same spot each time.
Birds fascinated him, they always had, and probably always would. Since owning them wasn't allowed where he lived, coming to the zoo was the only place he could see some of the more exotic ones up close. Sora came whenever he could, bought a season pass even.
The handler gave a light bow as the audience began to file out, though the eagle on his arm looked almost disappointed to see them go. For a brief moment, the eagle turned its attenti
Do Not OpenA field of wilted flowers growing darker by the hourDo Not Open5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clouds of grey have come to play
Pouring acid like it’s rain
It burns right through my skin to bone
And shows me what I’ve always known
Atop a hill a lonely tree wrapped in a fog of misery
A tire swing, abandoned toys, not even a single noise
With a crying breeze and dying leaves; I can’t feel
Can hardly breathe
Yet here I am; this is me
This is who I try to hide
I should come with a warning sign
Do Not Open: Dead Inside.
Short Story - FritzMy name is Fritz. I... I can't remember my last name, fuck. My unit has been pinned down, pinned down by the horrific tendrils of the apocalypse. The undead.. I've watched my own men become one of the hulking mass that continues to stalk us. Day by day, we've dwindled in numbers. Only three of us remain, and Karl is slowly slipping away from blood loss. Me and Erwin intend to leave him tomorrow, making an escape towards the north. It's.. hard, you know. Karl was a friend of mine before we joined the military and came here, and we grew close up until now. Now when I look at him, he gets paler by the minute and I wait for the very moment that he'll just close his eyes forever.Short Story - Fritz5 months ago in Profiles More Like This
The sun is rising. "Erwin.", I called loudly. No response. "The hell is taking him?", I responded, throwing closed my diary and leaving the room. I slowly opened the shaky wooden door to his "room". "Shit..", I exclaimed, frozen at the sight of what had happened. Erwin had taken the pillow, placed it to his f