He opened his eyes, and darkness surrounded him. There was no turning back now. He stood on his knees on the empty pathway. It went on in a straight line leading to a door. The door was a standard size door with the color of gold. This door was the only thing he could see. Everything else was black. The air was cold as if standing outside during a rainy day with the temperature just above freezing. His fingers lightly grazed the water next to him. The pathway was only as wide as where his knees stood. Everything else was frigid dark water. He had no idea the depth of the water, but he assumed it was deep.
He stared at the door ahead. It felt so far away like it was impossible to reach, yet there is stood telling him to come. He knew that he would find peace on the other side, but he couldn't bring himself to his feet to move forward. The door illuminated an unknown light, growing brighter and brighter. It gave a warm feeling inside of him, giving strength to go. He clenched his teeth and rose to his feet. Even though his legs screamed in agony he continued to walk. Tears poured from his eyes, but he kept going. Nothing was going to stop him from reaching that door.
For a moment, only a quick moment, he looked down at the dark waters beside him. He saw the faces. The pale faces of his loved ones staring at him with accusation. With this one glance, he saw his failures and fell to the ground. His hands splashed the cold water, and he found himself on his knees again.
"Why?" He cried out, "Why can I not reach the door?"
When he splashed the water it echoed, when he walked his footsteps echoed, but when he shouted nothing repeated. He felt so helpless. Nothing he did could help anybody. The tears continued to fall from his eyes as he cried a silent cry. He gave up. Stopped trying. It was useless to go on. He took one final breath before he dove in to the dark cold water. As he held his breath and continued to sink down he waited to lose consciousness. He was done trying, done caring, and done self-pitying. Nothing else mattered to him but the dark water and waiting for his existence to end.
Nothing happened. His eyes were still open and he could still see the surface where the door stood. He let out all the air in his lungs and breathed in water. There was still nothing. Confusion showed upon his face. What is going on? He thought to himself.
A figure stood by the door with the hands folded in front of them. This person knelt down by the water and reached out for the man sinking in the water. The man was shocked. He never saw anyone stand by the door before, and here was someone rescuing him from the dark waters. The person's hand touched his chest and grabbed his shirt. Next thing he knew he was lying on the pathway gasping for air even though he knew he inhaled water. His whole body was shivering uncontrollably. He didn't understand what was going on. He should have died where he didn't, and someone saved him who wasn't there before.
Why was I saved? Why did that person save me?
"Because it is not your time to die yet. There is someone out there who needs you, but first you have to walk through that door. I promise you will find peace on the other side."
He sat up from the ground and stood on his knees looking at the door. He was much closer this time he could almost touch it. He looked at the door with doubt in his eyes. "What if I fail?" He asked out loud.
"If you do, trust me. I will provide."
He took a deep breath in as he closed his eyes. Now wasn't the time to dwell on the past, but to look forward. As he exhaled, he opened his eyes and rose to his feet. He took two steps forward and reached out touching the doorknob.
"Alright. I will trust you."
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
The Immortal's Wish
"You have been chosen."
Those words are what people dread but desire to hear. One, they wish to have a purpose in life. To be chosen would mean you're important in some way. Two, being chosen could mean responsibility, or leading a group of people. It could mean to sacrifice yourself for humankind.
"You, Joshua Malachi, have been chosen with many others as well."
What have I been chosen for? Why?
People long for power. They wish to have control over others. What they don't know is what happens when you are given that kind of power. Will you long for more power? Will you wish it gone? Will you use it for the "greater good'? I don't know. You don't know.
"You have been chosen to partake in a ritual that has been planned for centuries."
You can only guess.
I don't want this power. The poor immortal sobs.
"You avoid your destiny. Why? Isn't this what you have always wanted?"
No.
"Then tell me immortal. What is that you truly want? What is your greatest desire?"
The immortal fell to his knees. He sobbed harder than before. You would never understand. As much as I wish everything to go back to normal and to see my wife again, I have another wish much deeper than that. Even though the tears continued to run down the immortals face he stood and faced her. Existing only here in a place where time and space doesn't exist. You are not worthy to rule when all you play are games. We do not need you. You are fake. A joke. For being a god, you are so narrow minded. Only the worthy ones get rewarded. I wish we had a loving, understandable, compassionate, all knowing god, where he is even given a name to glorify how wonderful he is. I wish you would cease to exist, and have God become king.
"If that's what you desire. So, be it."
What should be taken from this is that man could never live without God. In some weird way, I wrote this as a metaphor. If there was such a place where God didn't exist, man would still long for a loving and caring god. Given the power of God, this man, Joshua Malachi refused it, and wished for a King.
Those words are what people dread but desire to hear. One, they wish to have a purpose in life. To be chosen would mean you're important in some way. Two, being chosen could mean responsibility, or leading a group of people. It could mean to sacrifice yourself for humankind.
"You, Joshua Malachi, have been chosen with many others as well."
What have I been chosen for? Why?
People long for power. They wish to have control over others. What they don't know is what happens when you are given that kind of power. Will you long for more power? Will you wish it gone? Will you use it for the "greater good'? I don't know. You don't know.
"You have been chosen to partake in a ritual that has been planned for centuries."
You can only guess.
I don't want this power. The poor immortal sobs.
"You avoid your destiny. Why? Isn't this what you have always wanted?"
No.
"Then tell me immortal. What is that you truly want? What is your greatest desire?"
The immortal fell to his knees. He sobbed harder than before. You would never understand. As much as I wish everything to go back to normal and to see my wife again, I have another wish much deeper than that. Even though the tears continued to run down the immortals face he stood and faced her. Existing only here in a place where time and space doesn't exist. You are not worthy to rule when all you play are games. We do not need you. You are fake. A joke. For being a god, you are so narrow minded. Only the worthy ones get rewarded. I wish we had a loving, understandable, compassionate, all knowing god, where he is even given a name to glorify how wonderful he is. I wish you would cease to exist, and have God become king.
"If that's what you desire. So, be it."
What should be taken from this is that man could never live without God. In some weird way, I wrote this as a metaphor. If there was such a place where God didn't exist, man would still long for a loving and caring god. Given the power of God, this man, Joshua Malachi refused it, and wished for a King.
Friday, May 15, 2009
A Little Something For You
Life on other planets. It's been a long term discovery of mankind. To find out alien life. To know whether or not we are alone in this universe or not. So far, in our solar system we have found nothing that is classified as life.
What if I told you there was life on other planet? In fact, what if I told you there were human like creatures, just like us, who lived on many other planets far away from our solar system? I believe you wouldn't believe me because that's crazy. However it's still a possibility.
With the turn of the milennia a group of people from each planet that inhibits life has been chosen on a quest, a treasure hunt. They're granted the gift of immortality from their own home planet. Eight humans from earth are unaware of this phenomena, and are not sure what to do with this gift. One gain power through fear, another tries to stop him, and the rest are not sure what to do with themselves anymore. The one thing mankind has wanted since the beginning of time has been simply given to them, and now they don't want it. They don't want to be immortal. They want to live and die just like everybody else.
Battle between good and evil goes on and on. The fighting never stops until one day the eight are approached by someone unfamiliar, who seemed to relate to their gifts of immortality. The stranger asked them their names to confirm their identities, and once the stranger's assumptions were correct, he took them away to another world.
Unsure, as to what will happen next, they follow this stranger who appears to know the answers. Little did they know, that their lives were about to change right before their eyes.
(This is just a little story I'm developing right now. It's something different from all the rest. Technicall this would be my first sci-fi story, so we'll see how it goes.)
What if I told you there was life on other planet? In fact, what if I told you there were human like creatures, just like us, who lived on many other planets far away from our solar system? I believe you wouldn't believe me because that's crazy. However it's still a possibility.
With the turn of the milennia a group of people from each planet that inhibits life has been chosen on a quest, a treasure hunt. They're granted the gift of immortality from their own home planet. Eight humans from earth are unaware of this phenomena, and are not sure what to do with this gift. One gain power through fear, another tries to stop him, and the rest are not sure what to do with themselves anymore. The one thing mankind has wanted since the beginning of time has been simply given to them, and now they don't want it. They don't want to be immortal. They want to live and die just like everybody else.
Battle between good and evil goes on and on. The fighting never stops until one day the eight are approached by someone unfamiliar, who seemed to relate to their gifts of immortality. The stranger asked them their names to confirm their identities, and once the stranger's assumptions were correct, he took them away to another world.
Unsure, as to what will happen next, they follow this stranger who appears to know the answers. Little did they know, that their lives were about to change right before their eyes.
(This is just a little story I'm developing right now. It's something different from all the rest. Technicall this would be my first sci-fi story, so we'll see how it goes.)
Friday, May 1, 2009
Part of a Story
“Are you happy?”
“Hmm?” Emma was slouched in her chair biting her fingernails. Her mind was else where in the next story she was going to write. Her light brown hair straightened perfectly rested across her shoulders. She wore jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, nothing special just comfortable. Her once white shoes were worn out, and ready to be thrown away. She didn’t care much about having a new therapist. Dr. Paul Allison was his name. She looked up at him with her dark green eyes expecting him to repeat the question.
“I said, ‘are you happy?’” Dr. Allison said.
“Is that how you start out your sessions? By asking the patient of they are happy?”
The doctor looked down at her file. “It says here that you live by yourself, and don’t bother to contact any relatives. Your career involves writing novels and short stories for *Time Magazine. You don’t like to out much and prefer to stay inside writing to painting.” He closed her file, “You live a very isolated life.”
“Yes, I do. What does that have to do with your question?”
“As people, we need interaction. The majority of our society becomes easily depressed if we don’t socialize with other people. I ask if you are happy because you literally have no interaction with anyone, except occasionally with your editor and publisher.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is, Ms. Livingston, that you live a very isolated life and are at risk of being depressed. More people have committed suicide that lived alone their whole life than anybody else. As a therapist, I want to make sure you are happy with your life.”
Emma sat up in her chair. “For the moment, yes I am happy with my life. Of course, there are things that I wish were different, but that is temporarily out of my control. If I am to be happy I must accept the way things are.”
“Thank you.” Dr. Allison said.
“Hmm?” Emma was slouched in her chair biting her fingernails. Her mind was else where in the next story she was going to write. Her light brown hair straightened perfectly rested across her shoulders. She wore jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, nothing special just comfortable. Her once white shoes were worn out, and ready to be thrown away. She didn’t care much about having a new therapist. Dr. Paul Allison was his name. She looked up at him with her dark green eyes expecting him to repeat the question.
“I said, ‘are you happy?’” Dr. Allison said.
“Is that how you start out your sessions? By asking the patient of they are happy?”
The doctor looked down at her file. “It says here that you live by yourself, and don’t bother to contact any relatives. Your career involves writing novels and short stories for *Time Magazine. You don’t like to out much and prefer to stay inside writing to painting.” He closed her file, “You live a very isolated life.”
“Yes, I do. What does that have to do with your question?”
“As people, we need interaction. The majority of our society becomes easily depressed if we don’t socialize with other people. I ask if you are happy because you literally have no interaction with anyone, except occasionally with your editor and publisher.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is, Ms. Livingston, that you live a very isolated life and are at risk of being depressed. More people have committed suicide that lived alone their whole life than anybody else. As a therapist, I want to make sure you are happy with your life.”
Emma sat up in her chair. “For the moment, yes I am happy with my life. Of course, there are things that I wish were different, but that is temporarily out of my control. If I am to be happy I must accept the way things are.”
“Thank you.” Dr. Allison said.
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