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_What is a prophet_? I crossed my feet and rested them against the Plexiglas window that allowed a beautiful view of a parking lot. The word rolled around in my head until it lost meaning, prophet. Was Jesus a prophet, or a man that was in the right place at the right time; or the wrong place at the wrong time? I guess it depends on who you believe he was, a prophet. _He died for our sins; he will come again to judge the living and the dead_. I wonder if he has already come, we probably put h...

“If grass can grow on the ground, and clouds can fill the sky, what are lightning bugs for?” My papa looked sideways at me and smiled, the wrinkles around his mouth deepened, highlighting his all knowing grin. “I don’t know.” The last of the sun twinkled off of his eyes as he lifted his mason jar to his mouth and emptied half the ice tea down his throat. “Well McGee, they mean something different to everyone, take a look at Johnny and your brother next door.” He said, pointing at the two kids...

The thin smile of the moon had just slipped behind the dark thunderheads that were rolling in. Jake, my partner lifted the rusted barbed wire and let me pass underneath. I reached the other side and returned the favor. A small grouping of trees covered our hasty entrance into enemy territory. Advancing quietly to the tree line, I flipped the safety of my gun into the off position. I looked to Jake who was also preparing for the most dangerous part of our mission. Our mission objective was cle...

How many people have you been in your life? In each of those personas, how many things have you done that you don’t want anyone to ever know about? You keep the dark past in the past and you polish your accomplishments for everyone to see, to pat you on the back. You know there are things that the people you try to impress would find unforgivable, unacceptable, and would change their perceptions of you forever. These are the things that you see when you close your eyes, when you are alone wit...

I stumbled into the disinfected hallway and sat down on the vinyl covered bench. I could see my grandmother pacing back and forth in the glass bubble down at the end of the hallway. My mother was there somewhere along with four other family members that would all look at me with a disgusted eye. I stared at the oddly over lacquered floor trying to make a pattern out of the randomly colored tiles. What am I doing here? I hate hospitals, I haven’s seen most of my family in two years, and I’m s...