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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
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The stench of death was something that the dog loved. But not today. Today it was something much different. Today he could smell something divine. It was some kind of drink, he swore. And there, that white building, it held some kind of distant calm that the dog felt he could only glimpse. You see, Spotty was not the type to walk right into gleaming, glistening white buildings such as this. Far from it. Spotty charged where angels feared to tread and was frightened of the home of angels. Now now. It was inaudable. Come on, there Spot. Those silly tall dogs - they never ceased in their incessant chatter. From the smell of them, the tall dogs wanted to be angels. Some could do it more than others. The head tall dog was a hairy burly thing. He was a gruff type, with a gentle-caring attitude toward Spotty that, although somewhat strange, was never a threat to him. But, nevertheless, Spotty was being drawn into this building. His leash, the thing that used to be a burden, was now his safety line. Spotty knew he was protected from whatever might lie beyond the pearly white doors. Angela listened as the crowd shuffled in. She could somehow see everything. He was into drugs. She was having an affair. Sometimes it was almost humourous. Other times it was outright disgusting. But, despite it all, Angela was content with her stand in the Kingdom. Afterall, what could be better? She had access to and knew all the workings of the divine hand, she knew the answer to every philosophical dilemma that had ever plagued the intellects of the men and women of Creation. It was plain fun. She also took note of Spotty, the rather interesting creature below. "You know," the blind Pastor Pete said, grabbing for his robe, "I think that attendance has gone up recently." "Yes," Karl, the youth pastor said, "definitely. It's cool to see so many new faces." "Indeed," Pete said sporting his gnarly sunglasses. The Dube family sat down in their pew. The wood creeked and groaned, as it adjusted itself to its newfound rear-end companions. The Dubes felt Spotty moving about underneith their pew. Darry Dube, the man of the house, gently grabbed the dog and placed it beside him. Spotty gave out a cheerful "ruff!" Mrs. Dube watched as Pastor Pete effortlessly took position at the front of the church. The pulpet always held something new whenever this blind man of God stood upon it. "He can see," said Mrs. Dube to her husband, "he can see everyone here." "That's nice dear," said Darry, who placed his arm around her. Spot gave a quiet snuffle and curled up beside Mr. Dube. Angela giggled as she watched the sermon begin. Pete was always such a great pastor to have working for God. He could tell it straight. He was compassionate. His vision was unclouded. He was a man of God. Spotty listened to the strange mumblings of the tall dog. Why didn't these things ever shut up? He had never been in this place, but from what he could tell, it was supposed to be a quiet place. But even here there was all sorts of noise from the tall dogs. Spotty's presence wasn't noticed until the hymnal was opened and the incessant howling began. It was then that Spotty decided to join in. Apparently dogs were unacceptable as worshippers of God. Angela watched with much frustration as the crowd removed the dog. Despite the protests from Pastor Pete, the dog, along with his family, was successfully thrown from the church. What strange things. Spotty was dumbfounded. Don't worry there, Spot. The head dog's voice was so soothing. We'll find God someday. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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DragonHeart New Member
since 2002-01-27
Posts 3Elmira,NY |
I enjoyed this much!!! Nicely done. |
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