I Wrote A Story
The first three sentences came to me in a dream. I wrote the rest in a half-sleepy daze and then promptly refused to even look at the text again. Opinions presented in the text are not necessarily those of the author.
World Without End
by Guilherme T.
Things were different in the year 2300.
For instance, things Made Sense now. There wasn't much wondering about the purpose of life and the existence of the soul while the Angels Of The Lord were scourging the earth with fire and light.
Charlie Brown saw one of them close. The wings of glass, the halo of mirrors, the flaming sword. His own face.
The punishment came in no order any human could divine. Angels descended in one or hundred, burning people or cities. From the High Priest to the lowest prostitute, all ranks were decimated.
No man could discern the reasons the chosen for scourging were so. Religion or personal philosophy did not matter, nor whether one believed being damned or forgiven.
Some said they saw the reason for punishment on the mirrored halo, before the blade made the sentenced into ashes and dust. These observations are not controlled and shouldn't be taken into account by the scientific mind.
Charlie Brown wasn't burned. In the city of a hundred million, he saw the Angel, but he was not burned. He was alone. Cast aside.
The world was still outside, and sometimes its shouts came in. Come out, it shouted. No, give up, it replied. Discussing, reasoning, arguing, pleading.
Charlie Brown didn't care. He had seen the mirrored halo, why others were burned and he was left. He could not argue: The reasons made perfect sense, once you knew them.
The world's shouts now mostly agreed the Angels were sending the righteous to their just reward. The flames free the spirit, it said. We are being carried from this world to our just reward.
Angels were welcomed in cheers and song, even as the flaming swords turned the singers to the phlogiston.
Charlie Brown sat, and waited. Eventually others came, others who had seen their fate in the mirrored halo and knew the truth, or something that would pass for it on a brief inspection.
The world grew silent. The skies turned silver, and the sea became glass. Soon the Other Savior would come, and reign upon earth made heaven, just as his counterpart ruled heaven above earth.
After eternity passes, they would meet again.
World Without End
by Guilherme T.
Things were different in the year 2300.
For instance, things Made Sense now. There wasn't much wondering about the purpose of life and the existence of the soul while the Angels Of The Lord were scourging the earth with fire and light.
Charlie Brown saw one of them close. The wings of glass, the halo of mirrors, the flaming sword. His own face.
The punishment came in no order any human could divine. Angels descended in one or hundred, burning people or cities. From the High Priest to the lowest prostitute, all ranks were decimated.
No man could discern the reasons the chosen for scourging were so. Religion or personal philosophy did not matter, nor whether one believed being damned or forgiven.
Some said they saw the reason for punishment on the mirrored halo, before the blade made the sentenced into ashes and dust. These observations are not controlled and shouldn't be taken into account by the scientific mind.
Charlie Brown wasn't burned. In the city of a hundred million, he saw the Angel, but he was not burned. He was alone. Cast aside.
The world was still outside, and sometimes its shouts came in. Come out, it shouted. No, give up, it replied. Discussing, reasoning, arguing, pleading.
Charlie Brown didn't care. He had seen the mirrored halo, why others were burned and he was left. He could not argue: The reasons made perfect sense, once you knew them.
The world's shouts now mostly agreed the Angels were sending the righteous to their just reward. The flames free the spirit, it said. We are being carried from this world to our just reward.
Angels were welcomed in cheers and song, even as the flaming swords turned the singers to the phlogiston.
Charlie Brown sat, and waited. Eventually others came, others who had seen their fate in the mirrored halo and knew the truth, or something that would pass for it on a brief inspection.
The world grew silent. The skies turned silver, and the sea became glass. Soon the Other Savior would come, and reign upon earth made heaven, just as his counterpart ruled heaven above earth.
After eternity passes, they would meet again.
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