Short Stories

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I hear a knock at the door. Due to weariness I open it and find myself face to face with darkness. He isn't exactly what I expected. He's more like a old friend someone I haven't seen in awhile. I do not feel fear, well maybe a little but, it gets mixed up with excitement and a yearning for freedom or really just the mystery of it all. With these kinds of feelings also comes a slight feeling of guilt. Darkness can't help but bring it with him where ever he goes.

For awhile I enjoy our time together. He listens and pays close attention to my every word I even begin to feel I need to be with him. As time wears on with darkness at my side more guilt sneaks in so much so I start to feel it may over take me. Along with that comes a tidal wave of discontent. Next comes anger some earned, some whispered by my new and old companion. Let us not leave out an overwhelming amount of shame. Let's stay here my love as long as we play here we can do whatever we want he whispers ever so softly.

All this time an internal battle is raging. The one who really loves me says in a still small loving voice, Why are we here? Yesterday, last week, all these years, I have been with you there was no need to answer that door.

Still the battle rages.

The evil one steps up and says, she is justified don't you want her to have peace, joy, and all good things?

The still small voice replies, she already has all she needs.

The evil one is now angry and shouts, What about all these other things? Things that have held her back? Don't you want the best for her! Things that were just not fair! Aren't you just! Things that have caused her great pain and confusion! Where were you?

The still small voice replies, I know of all these things and they are mine to handle. With me all is at peace and all things are made right. You have no need to remain here nothing is within your control. This is my child whom I have chosen and all is well with us.

The evil one turns his back in a huff of rage because really he has no authority here.

The still small voice which really isn't so small anymore says, now my precious child I will show darkness to the door. I will sweep up all that remains of his time here, together we will cast it into the fire and watch as it burns away. All can be made new again. Come into my arms and take your rest . All Is Well With Us!

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