Intro: This is going to be my new story! I'm so excited about this one! I'll be starting in a few days at the latest. I hope you guys enjoy this!
WARNINGS: There is religious content in this story. If you are easily offended by even hearing about religions other than your own, I do not recommend this story to you. Also, if you do find something detestable, DO NOT start an argument! If you have any questions, follow me, write a message on my wall, and I'll get back to you on PM.
I really feel like starting this story NOW. Who wants an update even though they have NO idea WHATSOEVER on what it's about? I promise, it's a new topic that I don't think anyone has written about yet.
I wish that you all keep an open mind and if you decide that this story has too much information that you detest, I hope you at least read it as a fatasy story. I dedicate it to everyone and everything that I have taken granted for in my life, especially my family. I also dedicate this story to Jesus, my Lord and savior. Yes, I am a strong believer, but let's not do this fight. _______________________________ In the modern day, people tend to take life and everything in it for granted. People don't realize that what they have might as well be someone else's heaven. The thing is that people need to learn to see the good in life. Books, movies, and etcetera have guided people towards the wrong path. They have inspired people to want more, to see less. This is the world we live in-the one we chose to be. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< I desperately searched through my closet and dresser, trying to find my new coral bodycon skirt to match with my navy crop top. "MOM. WHERE THE HELL DID YOU PUT MY STUFF?" I frustratedly screamed, not even feeling the slightest bit of reluctance. "I don't know. Did you check your drawers?" She dumbly replied. "OBVIOUSLY. I'm not stupid. Where did you put it? You always do this!" I criticized. "If you don't find that skirt by the time I get out of the shower, I swear..." I threatened. Mom just nodded as she walked into my room in search of my missing clothing. As I was taking a shower, I breathed in and out deeply and patted my chest. This is what I did when I knew I needed to calm down and take a look at the situation to make a decision. I hated this feeling of regret. As I got out of the bathroom after my long hot shower, I found my mom laughing along with my dad with the missing item in hand. "YOU FOUND IT," I cried with joy. "What did you do with it? Where did you find it." "It was in the second drawer up, way in the back crumpled and rolled up," she laughed. "I'm not surprised you always do this." She reasoned. " It's all your fault. YOU probably did this. I don't collect any memory of me putting it back there." I accused. Even though I knew I was wrong, I didn't want to be. Apologizing was out of the question. I would be utterly humiliated and I didn't want to admit that I had made a fuss over my mistake. I don't know why, but I felt a slight burning inside. We arrived to Sunday Service a few minutes late, as usual. This time, Reverend John was preaching about Adam and Eve. I disagreed with almost every word he spoke. He tried to convince the congregation that if they had not eaten the Fruit of Knowledge, we would not have had the free will that God have us today. Obviously, this was not the case. Everyone would still have free will, it's just that they would choose to be good because that's all they would know. This was one of the dumbest things that I'd ever heard. He preached that God had a reason for everything and that if he really wanted Adam and Eve to not eat the fruit, he would've not made it in the first place. The second part seemed a little reasonable, but I couldn't ignore the fact that perfection could've been possible if Eve had not eaten it. At night, I dreamed about this particular subject. It was so vivid that I couldn't tell whether or not it was a dream. Eve was walking towards the tree that beared the infamous Fruit of Knowledge. I could see the snake. He had been the one to tempt her. Oddly enough, the snake had legs and arms just like my mother had told me. You see, God had punished snakes by taking away their legs. Suddenly, I found a knife in my dominant hand. There was something I had to do. I was going to fix the mistake that was made long ago. =~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~= I do admit that this update was a bit boring, but the beginning is a crucial part to this story.
Yeah.. Haha, it's something I call myself instead of something more official. If I start getting official, I feel like a try-hard...
BUMP like the intense beginning...I'm not a believer in anything actually, but I'm starting to believe in some of the things the Bible says. I kind of wish I did believe in Christianity because it's a lovely religion as are all religions but please update soon!