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Five Second Story - Part 11Talk about a change in scenery. We went from a fancy mansion setting to a coliseum-like arena. Also, it was an impossible change of location, being that we were on the first floor of the mansion and we went directly to the middle of the coliseum. It wasn't the full coliseum, though it looked like it was newly built. You could tell it was small from what the gloves called it: the small arena. It was still pretty big.
When we found row R, I noticed that every other seat was numbered, while the others were marked with the same number and an E. I guessed that it meant "escort." I turned to Crys, "After you," I said as I gestured to the seats (which sort of looked like the seats you'd find in a movie theater or auditorium, not the stone benches of the coliseum).
"Why thank you," she replied with a smile. When we reached seat 15, Crys sat down first and the number 15 glowed green. I sat down and found that the seat was extremely comfortable. It was like the seat conformed to my butt. In fact
Five Second Story - Part 10Let's just say that he had done a nice job with the place. If I hadn't known better, I'd guess he was expecting some very important visitors. Because I knew better, I'd say that there was a whole-freakin'-lot of high-schoolers coming to get a lecture or something from the schoolteacher that is God.
Inside, it was like a ginormous mansion. Picture it how you will, it's probably right there's gold, silver, mirrors, tables, chairs, flowers, vases, expensive paintings, must I go on? Let's just say it was reeeeeeeealy fancy in there. I also expected to see a bunch of servants and butlers scurrying around doing numerous tasks of which I did not know. Well, I did not see them. In fact, I did see, part of them, at least. There were a bunch of pairs of floating white gloves carrying platters and messages and other strange contraptions. Most were floating at the level of normal hands, but some were floating near the ceiling, moving faster than the ones nearer the floor, probably on urgent
Five Second Story - Part 9Ever hear the saying, "If you don't expect anything, you'll never be disappointed?" Let's just say that even if you did expect something very high, mighty, and elaborate, and big, and shiny, you would be both impressed and disappointed at the same time. God's "white house" so to speak, from the outside looked like a tiny mansion. It was elaborate and, admittedly, shiny, but it was certainly not very big at all. Then I thought back to a movie I had seen landside, called Stuart Little. Perhaps you've heard of it, or seen it yourself. Good movie. Anyway, the Little's (yes, 'Little' is their last name) house looks very, well, little from the outside, but it is a gigantic mansion on the inside. I wondered if God's house would be like that.
"So," I asked Crys, "What's it like on the inside?"
"I can't answer that question, I'm afraid," she replied. "He can change it into whatever he feels, so the size on the outside really has nothing to do with the inside. In looks and shape, too, as a matte
Five Second Story - Part 8Well, here we are. In Heaven. I'm not dead, and I really don't want to be if God has something in store for me. I walked out of the elevator into a shining utopia of heavenly beings and buildings.
We seemed to be in a city street, flat and pretty wide. The buildings all had rounded corners and were all made of the same metallic material, and though some were different colors, most were silver-ish or gold-ish. There were a few cars (made of the same material as the buildings), some on the ground and some in the air. There were people all around us, some walking and a bunch flying. It looked like a clean, futuristic society. God had done a good job with the place.
Crys walked out of the elevator and pushed one of the other buttons I had mentioned before. The door shuddered, and with the same ripping sound as before, condensed itself into a small golden box, which Crys then slipped into an unseen pocket in her outfit.
"Here we are," she said, "Welcome to Heaven."
"Nice place you got here,
Five Second Story - Part 7Here we are, miles above the Earth, and I am playing a video game with a Seraph, and a system that hasn't even come out yet. We were playing tennis on Wii Sports. Back on Earth, the Nintendo Wii still has about a week or two before it comes out. I had a friend landside (back on Earth) that has been obsessed with the Wii, and here I an, playing it before he even gets the system.
Suddenly, Crys made a strange suggestion. "Hey," she said, "there's a game I played in college that I bet you've never played landside, but you've probably heard of it. Wanna play?"
"Well, what is it," I responded, 'Strip Poker?"
She laughed. "No, silly! You probably haven't played it because it involves drinking," she looked me in the eyes. "I was thinking Beer Pong."
I nearly dropped my Wiimote. "You've got to be kidding me!" I said, incredulous. "But, well, I'm not really a fan of drinking. Do I get a choice whether or not I drink?"
She smiled. "Of course," she said. "It's me who wants to have a drink. Fill y
Five Second Story - Part 6So, let's see. God has stopped time and is sending Seraphim down to gather the kids who were some how ripped from the time stream so that He could meet with them to discuss, I don't know. Neither does Crys the sexy Seraph.
Crys got off the table. "So," she indicated the elevator, "shall we?"
"We shall," I replied, and followed her into the elevator.
The elevator was unlike any elevator I had ever seen. Because it was gold, I expected it to be fancy inside, and probably have seats for the long ride to Heaven (Crys said it would be a while).
It was like I had walked into the presidential suite of a five-star hotel. There was a giant screen TV with a surround-sound stereo system, DVD player, and every game system known to man. There was a mini-fridge packed with food and drinks (some of them alcoholic), and a semi-kitchen, complete with kitchen sink. There was a pool table, an air hockey table, and a skeeball lane. And finally, there was a big, round, king-sized bed with red covers. I fel
Five Second Story - Part 5Wow. A woman from heaven. To be honest, though, she looked like she was maybe 17, 18, 20 years old? She was young, and she was hot! When I reached her, she just kept looking at me with a look on her face that made me feel good Approval? Confidence? I wasn't sure.
I decided it was me who had to speak first. God, let my clumsiness when speaking to girls like this not out-weigh my ability to make sense! "So," I said, "mind telling me what's going on?"
"That's why I'm here," she replied. Man, she had a voice to fit her body. I wondered if she was in a choir up in heaven. "But you have to ask the questions."
"Perfect," I said. Time for some Q & A. "This may sound almost cliché, but, are you an angel?"
She laughed. It was like a harmony of chimes beautiful. "I am no angel, son, but I am from Heaven." She answered in a slightly southern accent.
"Do you have a name, or title, that I may call you?" I asked.
"My name is Crystal, and I am a messenger of God. Oh, I keep forgetti
Five Second Story - Part 4This I hadnt expected. An elevator, of all things, appearing out of a rip in the fabric of space and time. If Im right, I thought, God is getting high-tech. A figure stepped out of the elevator.
You may know by now what Ive been expecting: God sending down an angel to take me to heaven. I expected the angel to be human-formed with wings. Well, I was half right (at first sight). Out of the elevator stepped a beautiful woman, blond hair, bright blue eyes, and her long hair was in a braid going down her back. What I didnt see were her wings. Maybe they were under that skimpy, toga-like outfit she was wearing.
She walked into the café and looked around. I wondered if she saw me. The elevator had appeared on the other side of the room, so she was kinda far away. I decided she was the only source of information I had I needed to find out what was going on so I dropped my fears, sucked in my
Five Second Story - Part 3I had the sudden urge to scream out, HOLY SHIT! but I didnt, even though I knew no one would hear me. Some how, I had dropped out of the time stream.
I turned around, hearing my footsteps echo in the silent room, and nearly fell flat on my ass. I saw myself standing there, silently screaming out in pain, still wearing my clothes, my backpack, my watch, and, I noticed, my glasses. For some strange reason (OK, so everything was strange now, but whatever), my glasses stayed with my physical body and didnt follow me out of time. And I could see!
I put my hands to my face to make sure of this phenomenon, and I noticed that all of my acne (you know, pimples) was gone! It was like I was cleansed of all my ailments when I was removed from the time stream. Awesome? You bet.
I thought for a second, Am I dead? I mean, I wasnt in my body, I had been cleansed of all my ailments, and Im dressed in white. Was an angel going to come down and take me to h
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