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Blog Name: Christopher Chapman Curry
Url: http://christopherchapmancurry.blogspot.com/2009/05/...
Language: English
Topics: Psychics, Angels, War
Description: Short stories reflecting upon the human condition.
Popularity: 10 Followers

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Scintillation
He saw the beauty of the world.He did not deserve to see it.But he had.He had seen. He had heard. It is blinding and deafening in its Beauty.It struck him down-not of a purpose-it was only shown to him. It is what it is.It is so Beautiful. Beyond Beautiful.The Lord whispers through trees and light.He is Everywhere.It is overwhelming. But he was glad to See.Even though it is painful.It is painful
The Return of The Dreck
The towering mountains glowed red. The white, the blue-green, the beige, the black, the brown were melting into an orange ochre that melded with the brilliant setting of the planet’s star such that it was not possible to see where celestial beauty ended and terrestrial agony and death began.The atmosphere crackled and snapped as the air began to change in its composition. The thousands of
When He Walked
They could not find Him. He should have been there, in that cave, where they had seen the Romans put Him, His body. The huge stone, the huge stone that they had put there had been moved, should have still been there. They had watched them put Him into that cave. They had watched them do it. They had watched them crucify Him. They had seen the agony that He had suffered as He walked
The Disc
It was bright and it warmed him. He could not look at it.It was far too bright.It would have destroyed his ability to see the beauty that it had created, made possible, long before he had arrived. But he had come from it, so he loved it-the warmth that it gave to him; the beauty it showed to him; the goldening and the emeralding and the diamonding and the sparkling movement of the wonderful trees
The Letter
Dad, Kayla, I want you to understand. This has nothing to do with anything that you have ever said or done: you’ve done nothing but give me love and kindness. I love you so much. I’m so sorry. You have both been there for me when I had nothing, bereft of everything. I owe you the explanation. Dad, I didn’t tell you how bad the drugs that they gave me made me feel. I’m sorry. I feel like I snowed

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