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A very soft, golden hue of light bathed the world in lavender and peach, it created such an illusion of a perpetual dawn. Here, there were no clocks—no sounds of ticking hands to remind anyone of how much time was passing. It just simply… was. Everything in this place stood still. It was draped in a tranquility ever so complete that it felt almost sacred. The weather here never changed, yet it never stayed the same either. Time doesn’t exist here, nor was there a reason to measure it. Misty roamed through the many fields, her feet were baref...
I remember when this sinful woman stood frozen in place while the entire crowd began to walk away in complete silence. The heavy stones she thought would threaten her life were now lying idle on the ground all around her. Her trembling body was still shaking, but she forced a breath of air to fill her lungs so she could once again begin to breathe. Dust clung like glue to her bare feet, her heart still racing with the memory of raised fists surrounding her with murder in mind. Without the crowd closing in on her, she lowered her eyes while ...
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"WHOOO, WHOOO!" I could barely make out the distant sounds of the ambulance as it drove in my direction. I was dripping wet with sweat and my whole body ached. "Lord, please don't let me die," I whispered in prayer. That was the first prayer I had managed to get out since I had left home 1 week earlier. My eyes fluttered shut. I could feel my eyelashes brush against the skin below my eyes as I faded into the darkness. Suddenly, I lurched awake from a deep sleep, wincing at the pain that shot through my body as I tried to sit up. Realizing ...
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