The unbelievers ask, Where are the gods? If they really existed, wouldn’t they intercede to stop our wars, our destruction?
To them I want to throw my arms out and say, 158 more words
So, I’ve been thinking about what to do for this particular challenge, and reading back over one of the last scenes I wrote for my NaNo last year involved Isis calling my protag to the temple to help them begin to heal from all the shit they’d been through. 198 more words
For a long while now I’ve been trying to come to terms with mortality – both my own and others’. This process probably started with my fiance’s sudden death back in 2009, but it was something I was still in denial about until friends and friends-of-friends (most of whom were my age or younger) began dying as well. 1,300 more words