Deliberating Eternity

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Two angels with conflicting objectives determine the fate of a dying man.

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…at the back of the room watching the goings on. Each wore a finely pressed suit and fedora, though no one else around them even knew they were there. It was a busy night in the trauma center, the emergency room in central Chicago, a byproduct of a typical holiday weekend. From gunshot wounds to motorcycle accidents, doctors, nurses and all sorts of other medical staff hurried this way and that, trying to keep pace with the incoming flow. Even so, they both waited patiently aside from the organized chaos…

By Chris Nance

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It's The Same As It Never Was

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…they found him he was wet, shivering, naked and under three burlap blankets. His skin was riddled with insect bites, bits of leaves and indescribable things were embedded in his flesh. He had been struggling to finish what may have been a beautiful lullabye to a baby hummingbird when he had been discovered. He repeatedly uttered the following in a melodioc yet tragic and desparate yearn of passion.......'Forsake the slake of moonlit rise, for take the make of heartbreak prise, be my glory, my story my endless relentless tries....just be and be for me and mine'. ........ They covered…

By Shauna Woodbury

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I've Done it Now

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…I’ve done it now I thought to myself as I stood there, watching my body fall to the floor in slow motion. The gun falling from my now lifeless hand, brain matter, blood, and bone flying through the air. People screaming, vomiting, the horror on my friends faces. Yeah, I’ve done it alright. I sat down and watched the scene play out, the tears, the fear, the sadness. Watched as the police and the paramedics showed up and took my body away. I watched it all, and all it did was make me feel lonely, and sad, but that wasn’t…

By Wil R.P. McCarthy

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"Breath"

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My mom and I were there when my dad died. Though its a rarity these days, he was a great Dad. I still miss him.

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…can still see him there, coma was the term.

The man who was more than man,

My first god, Superman, love.

He was near for my first breath.

Now that night he'd take his last.

His breathing was labored, like he was running.

Running from death?

Running to its rest?

My heart was breaking.

My faith was aching.

I kept vigil and eased the dryness in his mouth with a swab.

He needed to be turned, the bedsore in his backside had to hurt.

Nurses weren't coming.

I turned him myself.

My gift of mercy so small for his gift…


By Angela Jones

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Don't Cry for Notre Dame

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Feeling moved by Notre dame.. but the priority to fix it seems overboard.

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…cry for me I am Notre Dame, I am just a building, with all the money raised, give to the POOR, and all the REFUGEES, for I am old and the fame is not helping any one at ALL.. I once was worshipped and did stand TALL. But let the help in funds, go to all those in NEED.. Money to buy what is needed for all those to FEED.. The World is in need of Charity and HOPE.. Please I am just stone and wood, I will be able to COPE. Fame and fortune are an Illusion you SEE…

By Leah Pallaris

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Poison

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…grey thoughts surround me as I calm my shaking hand.

And hoping when my deed is done perhaps you’ll understand?

There are no second chances now, you waived them all away,

confident in knowing you’ll succeed another day.

 

So tired of all your cheating. Your lies; your cruel deceit.

I’ve found my strength to end this now: It’s going to be my treat.

I thought I’d try to stab you, but I hate the sight of blood

And burning down your house would only scare the neighbourhood.

 

But Arsenic is a great idea , concealed in Shepherd’s Pie!

Revenge is such …

By Lisa Talbott

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The Flat Line

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For my late wife Susan for all the encouragement she gave me.

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…window was cold to the old man’s touch as he leaned on it and gazed out. The Earth was slowly wobbling around the outer edges of the round window. The man looked up and could see the hub at the center of the wheel like space station as it was spinning in orbit above the Earth.

Seeing his reflection in the porthole he noticed his dark hair was out of place. While looking at his image he calmly swept his hands through his thin hair and patted it down as best he could. With a dissatisfying smirk and a shrug…

By Lee Crystal

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My Last Memory

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In this span of time, between life and not, I am awarded the time to remember it all. 

All those moments which made up my life unravel before me at the speed of light. 

Insignificant are the ticks of days and the tocks of night as the hours chime with memories of smiles and tears and joys and fears. 

If I had to choose only one, which would it be? 

One birthday, a graduation, a wedding, a child’s birth?

No, none of these would suffice to be my last memory of my life.

It would be the moment I cherish most, I remember most, I wish to relive most. . .

It would be the moment I first told you, 

I love you.

By: Paul Toritto

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