Tag: fiction
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One Glass at a Time
Growing up, we spent more of our evenings outside than inside, especially when my Mamaw was alive. She had an affinity for watching the sunset each evening, for listening to the critters and creatures near her old house chitter and chatter, for simply feeling “God’s breath” on her neck. I sometimes thought it was Satan’s…
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Day 3 – 1093 Words
I spent most of the time yesterday, Day 2, building characters and scenes for “Inesperada.” This book’s backdrop is being taken from my hometown, using many of the places, and areas in and around the town for much of the story. There’ll be a few changes in the landscape such as the nearby creek actually…
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Reign of Darkness
The Light is deadDefeated in his arroganceTortured for his unwillingnessTo wage the war we were ready to fight We now rule CreationWhat was holy and pureNow stained with the bloodOf the one which it all began Soon we will begin our final attackDestroying the rest who chooseTo fight their fightAnd follow the path of light…
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Death Gives Life
My brother and I had stood for yearsOffering cooling shade from the sun’s hot lightSignalling the breeze waves of delightMarking the way from there to here with just our sight But like all out kindOur days are often cut shortSome cursed to burn in flames of lifeOthers reformed with by calloused hands My brother was…
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Kiss of Death
The betrayer lead the mob to where he waitedSilently praying to the God he claimed to beDefended by sleeping menToo lazy and content to stand a proper watch Darkness surrounded the garden’s nightDeeper than this time without lightColder too than would normally beAs if even the air know of the cold evil being freed to…
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Judas’s Choice
He has made a fool of all of usClaiming the power no man can haveCommanding things mock the LawGiving no regard to our lives or our nation Something must be doneHe must be stoppedThough the example our leaders have in mindMight be too drastic a choice to take They have offered me so muchTo betray…
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Questions
For a man to be such a teacherI wonder how I could have been so naïveTo think this man was a prophetWhen he was merely heretic here to damn us all I should have known when he welcomed enemiesThe same as those he lovedWhen he wasted time praying for the PhariseesIn a vain hope they…
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Anger
I’ve never seen any part of the Creator so vengefulNever known Him to lash out at his children in this wayHe’d even taken the time to fashion my formTransforming me from chords of waste into a whip by hand. Stone tables too heavy for most menTossed like lots in the sandSpilling all the wears and…
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Mistaken Identity
Their feet have walked upon my faceDay after dayComing and going as they worshipYear after year I’ve seen every stepHeard every teachingBeen stained by every warAnd relished every triumph along the way So today as he comesRiding on the ass that helped carry him to BethlehemAnd they celebrate who they want him to beI know…
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Signs and Wonders
Due to the formatting of this particular part of the story, I’ve decided to upload a picture of it here. Since each of these posting on Sundays are simply a rough first draft, this will change in the end anyway.
J.Rhett Lively 