Two Orthodox Rabbis stared gape mouthed at the television before them. Childlike voices sang from the overhead speakers, perfectly unified. One Rabbi asked the other: 153 more words
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The endless drone of the heart monitor chased me down the endless corridor until it faded into the darkness. A light and soothing “whoosh” sound filled my ears as I catapulted through space, surprisingly unconcerned with my circumstances. 2,417 more words
Steeples, church bells and hymn books draw even the most wayward of sheep through the front door from time to time. Father’s Daughter sat on the cushioned pew, head bowed and feeling very alone. 152 more words
Seventh Street Bridge was an inhospitable place for all the garbage underneath it. The ‘guardian angel’ who cast the wing-like shadow on the ground said there was an automatic weapon. 182 more words
Foreword: This is a work of fiction.
Shepherd of the Lost
In the beginning, the first three men brought to the baby the third star of the east, a symbol of the babys birth, not as the first child of the sun but the third, because everything to his birth and everything that would be to his death in the 30th year was the number 3. 868 more words