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How Greta Got Her Sabbath BackI met God on what was supposed to be a sunny June Sunday. Of course, the one weekend of the month I didn’t happen to be busy, there was a strange shift in weather patterns, due to the excess use of aerosol hairsprays, and a blizzard dropped sixteen inches of snow on the ground. Unfortunately, I had already planned to go to the beach that day and wok on my tan, and when I learned about the snowfall, I already had on my bikini. After six months of working out and eating nothing but dust-bunnies under my bed, I was not about to cover up my body. Luckily, the beach was empty, so I had it all to myself.How Greta Got Her Sabbath Back
by ~Amasto
God MisplacedThank you for meeting me here, Deana. I would have preferred a more private location to have this discussion, but I know you well enough to know you’d be more comfortable meeting a stranger in a public place. I chose this bench because it seemed appropriate for what I’m about to tell you. Just as we sit on the edge of land with the ocean before us, your life is on its own threshold between the solid, the “real” and an infinite uncertainty. I’m sorry I approached you as I did, but what I told you in the library was true. I have known you longer than you’ve lived this life, and the fates ofGod Misplaced
by ~Amasto
Don't Be AfraidDon't be suprised if I cry sometimes But don't be confused if I don't Don't be annoyed if I talk all night But don't be hurt if I won'tDon't Be Afraid
And don't hold back when I touch your skin Embrace this feel of love Don't look away when you see in my eyes That you are all that I dream of
Don't be afraid if I want you forever I will proudly be your wife Don't be scared to find it's all true You are the love of my life
by ~Amasto
In the Burnt HouseIn the Burnt HouseIn the Burnt House
Seymour Glass marched through the German town, hardly troubling himself to look up from the uneven, debris-filled road. He had been through so many villages; this one would surely be no different. He couldn’t remember the name. It probably started with “Bad” or “Hof” and ended in something like “Feld,” “Burg” or “Wald.” Not that it mattered; nothing matters in times like these. The soldier in front of him turned and looked at him strangely, and Glass realized he had mumbled the last thought out loud. On a normal march, this wouldn’t
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