Five Second Story - Part 1Time is strange. Especially when it stops, and you don’t. This is the story of a long journey I took in the span of five seconds. My name is Ricky, and this is the story of how I came to lead God’s Hand.It was a normal school day, in the middle of November. A week or two earlier, I had been in the school play, called “The Compleat Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged).” It was immensely funny, one of the best plays we’ve done, and I had a lot of fun being in it. Anyway, it was the beginning of the day, around 7:15am (I have to get up before the sun to get to school on time – how whack is that?) and school had
Five Second Story - Part 2I couldn’t have been out for more than a second, because I was still standing when I came to. The first thought that went through my mind was, ‘What the hell just happened?’ When I realized that it was completely silent all around me, those were the first words out of my mouth, too.It was strange, for I felt that almost all the weight had been lifted from me, and as I moved my hands to my shoulders, I found that my pack was gone!‘This is really weird,’ I thought. And my backpack wasn’t the only thing missing. I looked at my hands and saw that my watch was gone. Not only that, but as I looked down, my clothes
Five Second Story - Part 3I had the sudden urge to scream out, “HOLY SHIT!” but I didn’t, 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 didn’t 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 tha
Five Second Story - Part 4This I hadn’t expected. An elevator, of all things, appearing out of a rip in the fabric of space and time. ‘If I’m right,’ I thought, ‘God is getting high-tech.’ A figure stepped out of the elevator.You may know by now what I’ve 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 didn’t see were her wings. Maybe they were unde
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