faling, breaking, shattering was my reality, as everything seemed to fade to black. So this is death. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. Does that mean I'm going to hell? Would make sense, all the things I've done, the way I died. But why is it taking so long? Slowly my eyes open, and I see that I am in a teal with age and tarnish, elevator with nothing but a small gate keeping me in. Is this hell? suddenly the elevator jerks to a stop, and an old man saunters up in front of the exit. He smiles. His teeth are yellow with what looks like years of smoking. His skin a eerie gray deathly color.
"Hello," He says. "welcome to the Hearse."
The magic of being lost by Prime-Hostess, literature
Literature
The magic of being lost
lost, alone, cold. In the piercing cold nothing could have been heard except the taunting howls of the wind. Yet Belier was found in the chaos, taken in by the stable master and put to work. In each day Belier showed his gratitude, working himself to the bone, polishing everything that he could manage, and the stable master in turn gave Belier shelter.
Eventually the stable master was finding himself growing found of the boy, and he wished so that he could bring Belier along on the journey that he must make to sell one of his horses, but unfortunately he needed some one to take care of the horses. Belier was bid farewell, and the stable maste
faling, breaking, shattering was my reality, as everything seemed to fade to black. So this is death. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. Does that mean I'm going to hell? Would make sense, all the things I've done, the way I died. But why is it taking so long? Slowly my eyes open, and I see that I am in a teal with age and tarnish, elevator with nothing but a small gate keeping me in. Is this hell? suddenly the elevator jerks to a stop, and an old man saunters up in front of the exit. He smiles. His teeth are yellow with what looks like years of smoking. His skin a eerie gray deathly color.
"Hello," He says. "welcome to the Hearse."
What if I told you
that sometimes you need to be your own hero
your own champion
that you have to fight your own battles
when you are alone and
the world seems to be against you
what if I told you
that you can be your own savior
that you can refuse to give in
that you can pick up the pieces
that happiness IS an obtainable goal
what if I told you
that it's okay that you feel like a victim
that it's okay that you're different
that your pain is real
that you deserve to be given solace
what if I told you
that even when you are alone
we stand together
because at one point or another
we all have to fight for what we feel
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