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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: In and Out (04/30/09)

By Deborah Cooke



"Step into the light; just one step out of the darkness and into the light." Her voice is cotton wool and is swallowed up by the fog.

The thick fog encases my brain and refuses to yield. I hear the words, but cannot hold onto them and they disappear into the fog.

There is the faintest glimmer of light coming through the fog. I wait.

'Perhaps nothing is going to happen; perhaps itís safer to stay within the fog.'

A voice screams in my head. "GO BACK! GO BACK NOW!!"

My heart beats with such force, I can feel it pulse through my neck and my head bangs out the pumping rhythm. My body feels cold and the shaking becomes so violent I cannot contain it. I cry; I'm sick of crying, but there seems no way to stop the tears; they merge with the watery snot from my nose and flow unceasingly.

I want to look into her face, but I cannot raise my eyes; they are stuck fast, staring at the pattern on the floor.

It takes everything within me to hold on. I don't want to go back.

"You will know the truth and the truth will set you free."

I am standing on the edge; one step forward and there is nothing under my feet; but the light is before me. If I step back the fog is waiting to engulf me again, to capture me and hold me prisoner. Either direction is terror for me; terror of the known and terror of the unknown.

'I can't do it.' My voice is ice.

"You don't have to; you just need to let go and He will do it." Her voice is strength.

'I don't know how.'

I feel the warmth of her hand rest on my shoulder. "Ask Him to come to you."

'I can't. I don't know how.'

"I will pray for you." Her voice sends rays of light shooting through the fog. It dissipates some more.

"In the Name of Jesus, I come against the lie." Her voice is as clear as crystal.

Prisms of light sparkle through the fog.

I wipe my hand across my nose and catch the fluid.

"Speak His name." Her voice is gentle but firm.

'I can't.' I feel as though I am going to choke.

"That's the lie."

I look up into her face. She's nothing spectacular. She is wearing a check shirt and a pair of jeans, with her short brown hair tousled round her face. She is diminutive; not warrior like; not carrying a weapon, not even wearing a cross; how can I trust her?

'I don't know how to.' My throat is as dry as my face is wet.

"That's the lie." She repeats. "His name is Jesus. He says that those who call on His name will be saved. That's TRUTH. You will know the truth and the truth will set you free. "

'I don't know how to be any different. I only know how to live in the fog.' I hope she understands.

She nods her head. "Jesus." She whispers to me.


I take the step forward.

The light penetrates the fog.

'Jesus.' I can say it. 'Jesus, Jesus.' The fog is moving away from me; I can see the light

The power of the light forces its way through the fog and I stand in light.

I can look at her fully now. I can hear her words clearly. I can think real thoughts and real words.

Fingers of fog drift past me as they continue to recede.

I walk into the light. I am free.

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Beth LaBuff 05/08/09
You had me cheering for your MC to step into the light. Great title for this.