Let's Write a Story! - Page 2

Fluffy · 03-01-2008, 03:59 PM

(Whirlwind! Your up! Anybody?)

Whirlwind · 03-01-2008, 06:39 PM

(Bookworm? Violet? Dusty? Fluffy's good at this!

)

Whirlwind · 03-01-2008, 06:57 PM

I know this place, she thought...I've been here before. But like a name of a friend that you knew when you were a child and haven't seen since, the mention of this place was on the tip of her tongue. And yet a mystery to her at the same time.

Bill was panting, doubled over and breathing hard in excitement. He had a grin on his face and he looked alive and full of joy. He was beaming!

But Dolly felt exhausted. Spent. The excitement and the electricity of the night she had felt zipping through the air had drained her of everything. She thought about grabbing onto Ranwell's arm to help steady herself, but resisted.

"It's okay," Ranwell told her. "If you need to steady yourself, here." He offered her his arm, but she only shook her head.

Bill barked out laughter and stood up. "That was...! That was amazing! I've always wanted to do that, always. Since I was a little boy, I always wanted to try that!"

Brason was nodding his head, as if he knew.

Dolly was a bit jealous. Here was Bill, shouting out and laughing he couldn't contain himself. Why was this so hard for her? What was going on here? Was this judgment?

"Here," Brason told Bill, and extended his hand. Dolly watched intently. Bill reached out, and Brason dropped fine golden sand into the palm of Bill's hand. It was beautiful. Gold dust. It gleamed with its own inner-light. She could see sparkles in it as Brason trickled it from his hand into Bill's. "These are the days of your life," Brason told him. "Each one accounted for. Each one numbered."

Ranwell was smiling dreamily, and watching. Dolly looked to him, and he seemed to snap out of it. "Oh, I'm sorry!" He dug in his pocket, and his fingers fished in there for a long time.

Brason sighed.

He's going to tell me that he dropped mine, Dolly thought. Or it all blew out of his pocket while we were flying through the air. That's the kind of angel I got. Clumsy, wearing glasses with only one lens. That my kind of luck. Now I'll either have to sit with my back against a wall watching Bill get his business done or Ranwell is going to fly me home and leave me wondering what all of this is about.

But Ranwell pulled his hand out of his pocket eventually and offered it to Dolly. "These," he told her with an excited smile, "are your days. All numbered and accounted for, you can count them again if you want."

As he poured the sand into Dolly's hand, she suddenly felt life and excitement spilling into her flesh like a stain growing on a rug. She grinned a polite grin and felt the texture of the sand on the flat of her palm. She was thinking a million things, but the only thing to come out was a whispered single word: "Beautiful!"

"Cast it at the wall," Brason said. No, he commanded.

(your turn

)

Fluffy · 03-02-2008, 01:47 PM

Dolly hesitated. These grains of sand were the days of my life? She flinched and clenched her fist harder when Bill let out a triumphant yell and threw his sand at the wall.
Looking up, she saw the sand glittering all over the stones. The glitter increased and spread until it formed a large rectangle, much like a tv screen. They were watching Bill's life as it had happened. One scene coming after another, in colors unimagined before. Such clarity!
Still, she hesitated. This was her life! Did she really want to everyone to see what a pitiful life she had led?
Feeling stupid and inadequate, she started to turn away.
Ranwell looked at her in empathy.
"Think your not up to snuff?" He asked gently.
Pitifully, she nodded.
He gestured at Bill, laughing and crowing at the adventures he had had as a boy. "Do you think its all about you?" He again said gently. "Could it be that its also about someone else?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're feeling like dumb and pitiful, and thinking your life isnt worth looking at." She couldnt help but nod. "But there is Bill, with the same life, enjoying every minute of it."
That was obvious. He was jumping up and down, shouting at her "Do you remember that?"
Ranwell continued. "Bill would like for you to enjoy it WITH him. He needs your affirmation. He needs you to think about him for a moment, and not be consumed with yourself and what you are going thru."
Now, that was hard to take! Who did he think he was, anyway?
Yet, still, as she watched Bill caper and call out to her, she began to see his point.

(your turn!)

Fluffy · 03-03-2008, 03:14 PM

(Hallloo???Anybody there?? Did we give up? Lose interest?? Have a writers block?? Hallooo???)

Whirlwind · 03-03-2008, 05:00 PM

(I'm here, I'm here...I take Sundays off, hee hee...)

So before she could change her mind, Dolly threw her handful of sand at the wall in front of her and watched as the grains separated and took their place against the stone in awesome slow-motion.

"My God," she had time to whisper in complete wonder as the air around her grew dense and Ranwell whispered over one of her shoulder.

"I told you," he said, and she could hear the smile on his lips, althought she wans't even turned in his direction.

The grains of sand, moving in slow motion, collided with one another and sparked, drifted, each one with a driven purpose and finding its way to the rock. "Bill!" she shouted. "Bill look at this!"

But Bill was busy. In the corner of her eyes, she could see that Bill had shrunken down onto his knees and was weeping in joy and laughter while watching, watching.

The wall in front of Dolly exploded into light so bright that she instinctively shielded her eyes from the radiant blast. The warmth spilled outward, over her, around her, through her, and she heard herself gasp as if she'd just been thrown into a refreshing mountain lake.

"I love this part," she heard Ranwell say to himself as he stepped away to watch.

The entire wall in front of her went white. All white, she thought, that she had seen from the time that she was born until just now, was flawed somehow. All white had blemishes. All white that her eyes had ever seen until just now wasn't the real white, the white that she was seeing in front of her. This was the only white. All other colors that claimed to be white in her life were only imitations. They were all bad copies of this light, she thought.

"I'm scared," she realized she was whispering over and over again, with heavy tears falling freely now. "I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared..."

"Good," Ranwell said behind her. "I'd be worried if you weren't."

The light intensified and surrounded her until she was sure that she was no longer standing in front of it...but in it. At the center of it.

Dolly's heart stopped beating in her chest as a calm fell over her. Immediately, her muscles - every last one of them - unclenched and relaxed by no conscious thought of her own.

"I'm scared," was now replaced with "I remember, I remember, I remember!" as Dolly looked on in complete, utter wonder...

(Whoo-hoo!

Your turn!

)

Fluffy · 03-03-2008, 11:22 PM

(Oh, Whirlwind! Your good! Give me a little bit. Or someone else jump in while I think!)

Fluffy · 03-04-2008, 12:29 AM

Fascinated, she watched the threads of her life weave together to form a beautiful tapestry.
"So much is making sense, now!" Dolly exclaimed. She saw random events were really a part of a whole. Things that puzzled her, now had reasons. Minor incidents led to great moves.
She forgot all about Bill as she watched the Love of God pour into her life into every little crevice and valley. How He provided and she was oblivious.
Weeping now, she fell to her knees.
"Sorry, Lord, so sorry!" She cried from the deepest part of her being. "I didnt know! Help me, Lord! I've come undone!"
Dolly was startled to feel arms around her shoulders. It was Bill, whispering in her ear. Encouraging her. Loving her. She returned his embrace and they sat there on the stones, weeping together.
"Sigh."
Bill and Dolly jumped. They had forgotten about the angels.
Ranwell and Brason were lounging off to the side.
"Happens every time." Ranwell sighed again.
"What happens?" Dolly asked as she wiped off her face.
"No time." Brason stood abruptly. With a wave of his hand, the images were gone from the wall. "We have to go."
'Always in a hurry, that one.' Dolly thought to herself. Aloud, she said "Where are we going now?"
"Questions, questions!" Brason waved her off. "No time! The others are waiting!"
"Others?" It was Bill's turn to question. But he didnt have a chance to finish it when Brason charged down a long hall, full speed. Ranwell herded the two after him, tripping over the hem of his robe.
'And he's MY guardian angel?' Dolly thought witheringly.

(your turn!

)

Jax · 03-04-2008, 09:35 AM

Your'e both excellent!

Whirlwind · 03-04-2008, 03:25 PM

Running, she thought, I'm running! Full speed ahead! But the strange thing was, she could no longer feel her legs charging her forward, down into the hall. I'm really just standing still, she thought, and the floor, the hall is moving because I can't remmeber the last time that I ran this fast! There's no effort here, I'm not doing a thing. My legs are moving, I'm hurtling forward, but I'm not doing this!

Memories from the wall were still everywhere inside of her. Comforting, calm, in vibrant colors that she'd never seen before. The memories weren't a projection of anything outside of her, she knew this somehow as she charged onward. Those memories on the wall had come from inside of her and outside, from all directions, it was hard for her to even put into thought. It wasn't a play or a movie or a story or a book. It was truth. Her truth. Her actions. Her faith that there was something more, some deeper reason for everything. Concrete belief in her heart that there really was a right and there really was a wrong.

Everything is linked, she thought. All details, small and large, are linked together somehow, someway. From the tiniest - letting the little old lady in front of me know that she'd dropped a dime - to the largest, consciously deciding to raise my arms in church and ask for Jesus to help me...they were all linked! There were no accidents, it was all on purpose. All of it, all events in my life have all funneled down into this: I am God's.

Around them, the hall opened into an immense chamber with marble floors and a high ceiling. Great polished columns towered all around them, almost appearing to be wet more than they did solid.

"You know one of the most beautiful things that I saw back there and remembered?" Bill asked her as they ran forward at sprinters paces.

He's speaking without effort, she thought. We could be in bed, sharing pillow talk, and he'd have this same tone of voice. If I was listening to him say these things to me from a recorder instead of with his mouth, I'd think that he was relaxed.

"Meeting you for the first time," he told her. "And knowing without a doubt that you were the one for me. Even back then, Dolly, I knew. Nothing ever happened--"

"--by accident," she finished for him, amazed that she was also speaking in a relaxed tone. "Nothing. I saw the same thing, Bill. I knew. I remembered, and I felt it all over again. I felt the same shoes on my feet, I smelled the same awful french fries boiling in oil at the burger stand across the street. I felt the scratchy wool of that awful red sweater against the back of my neck. All of it was there."

He grinned a crooked grin at her, and they joined hands as they continued on.

"Are we dead?" she whispered in wonder.

The chamber yawned even wider around them. She couldn't help but think that it must have costed billions of dollars to construct such a place of spotless beauty.

"You're not dead," Ranwell said from behind them, huffing a puffing. Dolly looked back to see her angel pushing his Buddy Holly glasses up on his nose. "In fact, you could say that your entire lives are just--"

"Ranwell!" Brason screamed back over his shoulder.

Ranwell's mouth shut with a click of his teeth.

There were stairs ahead, leading downward. Dolly watched as Brason approached these steps without hesitation, his robe fluttering in slaps and whips around his ankles like a flag in a hurricane. He began his descent, almost seeming to float down the stairs more than he was taking each step one at a time.

Dolly and Bill followed.

Below, there was a great arena, expanding in all directions. It was so large, Dolly thought, that the air itself in this place had weight.

"It's a celebration," Bill called out to her in the sudden rush of voices coming from the arena. "Countless in celebration!" Bill screamed out in joy.

"Hurry!" Brason hollared over his back.

"Yes, hurry!" Ranwell shrieked excitedly, and then cackled like a kid on Christmas morning.

(it's getting harder and harder to stop...

Your turn! I'm really excited about this and where it's going! Honestly, anybody jump in! Fluffy - you're simply amazing!)

03-01-2008, 03:59 PM	#11 (permalink)
Fluffy Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Texas Posts: 1,232 Blog Entries: 3 Rep Power: 2	(Whirlwind! Your up! Anybody?) __________________ Be transparent before God, He sees right thru you, anyway! http://www.likepreciousfaith.org/testimony_val.htm Please pray for your local emergency responders, daily.

03-01-2008, 06:39 PM	#12 (permalink)
Whirlwind Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Central Oregon Posts: 2,696 Rep Power: 3	(Bookworm? Violet? Dusty? Fluffy's good at this!) __________________ Chapter-by-Chapter, verse-by-verse. Jesus is the Living Word.

03-01-2008, 06:57 PM	#13 (permalink)
Whirlwind Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Central Oregon Posts: 2,696 Rep Power: 3	I know this place, she thought...I've been here before. But like a name of a friend that you knew when you were a child and haven't seen since, the mention of this place was on the tip of her tongue. And yet a mystery to her at the same time. Bill was panting, doubled over and breathing hard in excitement. He had a grin on his face and he looked alive and full of joy. He was beaming! But Dolly felt exhausted. Spent. The excitement and the electricity of the night she had felt zipping through the air had drained her of everything. She thought about grabbing onto Ranwell's arm to help steady herself, but resisted. "It's okay," Ranwell told her. "If you need to steady yourself, here." He offered her his arm, but she only shook her head. Bill barked out laughter and stood up. "That was...! That was amazing! I've always wanted to do that, always. Since I was a little boy, I always wanted to try that!" Brason was nodding his head, as if he knew. Dolly was a bit jealous. Here was Bill, shouting out and laughing he couldn't contain himself. Why was this so hard for her? What was going on here? Was this judgment? "Here," Brason told Bill, and extended his hand. Dolly watched intently. Bill reached out, and Brason dropped fine golden sand into the palm of Bill's hand. It was beautiful. Gold dust. It gleamed with its own inner-light. She could see sparkles in it as Brason trickled it from his hand into Bill's. "These are the days of your life," Brason told him. "Each one accounted for. Each one numbered." Ranwell was smiling dreamily, and watching. Dolly looked to him, and he seemed to snap out of it. "Oh, I'm sorry!" He dug in his pocket, and his fingers fished in there for a long time. Brason sighed. He's going to tell me that he dropped mine, Dolly thought. Or it all blew out of his pocket while we were flying through the air. That's the kind of angel I got. Clumsy, wearing glasses with only one lens. That my kind of luck. Now I'll either have to sit with my back against a wall watching Bill get his business done or Ranwell is going to fly me home and leave me wondering what all of this is about. But Ranwell pulled his hand out of his pocket eventually and offered it to Dolly. "These," he told her with an excited smile, "are your days. All numbered and accounted for, you can count them again if you want." As he poured the sand into Dolly's hand, she suddenly felt life and excitement spilling into her flesh like a stain growing on a rug. She grinned a polite grin and felt the texture of the sand on the flat of her palm. She was thinking a million things, but the only thing to come out was a whispered single word: "Beautiful!" "Cast it at the wall," Brason said. No, he commanded. (your turn ) __________________ Chapter-by-Chapter, verse-by-verse. Jesus is the Living Word.

03-02-2008, 01:47 PM	#14 (permalink)
Fluffy Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Texas Posts: 1,232 Blog Entries: 3 Rep Power: 2	Dolly hesitated. These grains of sand were the days of my life? She flinched and clenched her fist harder when Bill let out a triumphant yell and threw his sand at the wall. Looking up, she saw the sand glittering all over the stones. The glitter increased and spread until it formed a large rectangle, much like a tv screen. They were watching Bill's life as it had happened. One scene coming after another, in colors unimagined before. Such clarity! Still, she hesitated. This was her life! Did she really want to everyone to see what a pitiful life she had led? Feeling stupid and inadequate, she started to turn away. Ranwell looked at her in empathy. "Think your not up to snuff?" He asked gently. Pitifully, she nodded. He gestured at Bill, laughing and crowing at the adventures he had had as a boy. "Do you think its all about you?" He again said gently. "Could it be that its also about someone else?" "What do you mean?" "You're feeling like dumb and pitiful, and thinking your life isnt worth looking at." She couldnt help but nod. "But there is Bill, with the same life, enjoying every minute of it." That was obvious. He was jumping up and down, shouting at her "Do you remember that?" Ranwell continued. "Bill would like for you to enjoy it WITH him. He needs your affirmation. He needs you to think about him for a moment, and not be consumed with yourself and what you are going thru." Now, that was hard to take! Who did he think he was, anyway? Yet, still, as she watched Bill caper and call out to her, she began to see his point. (your turn!) __________________ Be transparent before God, He sees right thru you, anyway! http://www.likepreciousfaith.org/testimony_val.htm Please pray for your local emergency responders, daily.

03-03-2008, 03:14 PM	#15 (permalink)
Fluffy Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Texas Posts: 1,232 Blog Entries: 3 Rep Power: 2	(Hallloo???Anybody there?? Did we give up? Lose interest?? Have a writers block?? Hallooo???) __________________ Be transparent before God, He sees right thru you, anyway! http://www.likepreciousfaith.org/testimony_val.htm Please pray for your local emergency responders, daily.

03-03-2008, 05:00 PM	#16 (permalink)
Whirlwind Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Central Oregon Posts: 2,696 Rep Power: 3	(I'm here, I'm here...I take Sundays off, hee hee...) So before she could change her mind, Dolly threw her handful of sand at the wall in front of her and watched as the grains separated and took their place against the stone in awesome slow-motion. "My God," she had time to whisper in complete wonder as the air around her grew dense and Ranwell whispered over one of her shoulder. "I told you," he said, and she could hear the smile on his lips, althought she wans't even turned in his direction. The grains of sand, moving in slow motion, collided with one another and sparked, drifted, each one with a driven purpose and finding its way to the rock. "Bill!" she shouted. "Bill look at this!" But Bill was busy. In the corner of her eyes, she could see that Bill had shrunken down onto his knees and was weeping in joy and laughter while watching, watching. The wall in front of Dolly exploded into light so bright that she instinctively shielded her eyes from the radiant blast. The warmth spilled outward, over her, around her, through her, and she heard herself gasp as if she'd just been thrown into a refreshing mountain lake. "I love this part," she heard Ranwell say to himself as he stepped away to watch. The entire wall in front of her went white. All white, she thought, that she had seen from the time that she was born until just now, was flawed somehow. All white had blemishes. All white that her eyes had ever seen until just now wasn't the real white, the white that she was seeing in front of her. This was the only white. All other colors that claimed to be white in her life were only imitations. They were all bad copies of this light, she thought. "I'm scared," she realized she was whispering over and over again, with heavy tears falling freely now. "I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared..." "Good," Ranwell said behind her. "I'd be worried if you weren't." The light intensified and surrounded her until she was sure that she was no longer standing in front of it...but in it. At the center of it. Dolly's heart stopped beating in her chest as a calm fell over her. Immediately, her muscles - every last one of them - unclenched and relaxed by no conscious thought of her own. "I'm scared," was now replaced with "I remember, I remember, I remember!" as Dolly looked on in complete, utter wonder... (Whoo-hoo! Your turn!) __________________ Chapter-by-Chapter, verse-by-verse. Jesus is the Living Word.

03-03-2008, 11:22 PM	#17 (permalink)
Fluffy Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Texas Posts: 1,232 Blog Entries: 3 Rep Power: 2	(Oh, Whirlwind! Your good! Give me a little bit. Or someone else jump in while I think!) __________________ Be transparent before God, He sees right thru you, anyway! http://www.likepreciousfaith.org/testimony_val.htm Please pray for your local emergency responders, daily.

03-04-2008, 12:29 AM	#18 (permalink)
Fluffy Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Texas Posts: 1,232 Blog Entries: 3 Rep Power: 2	Fascinated, she watched the threads of her life weave together to form a beautiful tapestry. "So much is making sense, now!" Dolly exclaimed. She saw random events were really a part of a whole. Things that puzzled her, now had reasons. Minor incidents led to great moves. She forgot all about Bill as she watched the Love of God pour into her life into every little crevice and valley. How He provided and she was oblivious. Weeping now, she fell to her knees. "Sorry, Lord, so sorry!" She cried from the deepest part of her being. "I didnt know! Help me, Lord! I've come undone!" Dolly was startled to feel arms around her shoulders. It was Bill, whispering in her ear. Encouraging her. Loving her. She returned his embrace and they sat there on the stones, weeping together. "Sigh." Bill and Dolly jumped. They had forgotten about the angels. Ranwell and Brason were lounging off to the side. "Happens every time." Ranwell sighed again. "What happens?" Dolly asked as she wiped off her face. "No time." Brason stood abruptly. With a wave of his hand, the images were gone from the wall. "We have to go." 'Always in a hurry, that one.' Dolly thought to herself. Aloud, she said "Where are we going now?" "Questions, questions!" Brason waved her off. "No time! The others are waiting!" "Others?" It was Bill's turn to question. But he didnt have a chance to finish it when Brason charged down a long hall, full speed. Ranwell herded the two after him, tripping over the hem of his robe. 'And he's MY guardian angel?' Dolly thought witheringly. (your turn!) __________________ Be transparent before God, He sees right thru you, anyway! http://www.likepreciousfaith.org/testimony_val.htm Please pray for your local emergency responders, daily.

03-04-2008, 09:35 AM	#19 (permalink)
Jax Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: Nr London Posts: 1,004 Rep Power: 2	Your'e both excellent!

03-04-2008, 03:25 PM	#20 (permalink)
Whirlwind Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Central Oregon Posts: 2,696 Rep Power: 3	Running, she thought, I'm running! Full speed ahead! But the strange thing was, she could no longer feel her legs charging her forward, down into the hall. I'm really just standing still, she thought, and the floor, the hall is moving because I can't remmeber the last time that I ran this fast! There's no effort here, I'm not doing a thing. My legs are moving, I'm hurtling forward, but I'm not doing this! Memories from the wall were still everywhere inside of her. Comforting, calm, in vibrant colors that she'd never seen before. The memories weren't a projection of anything outside of her, she knew this somehow as she charged onward. Those memories on the wall had come from inside of her and outside, from all directions, it was hard for her to even put into thought. It wasn't a play or a movie or a story or a book. It was truth. Her truth. Her actions. Her faith that there was something more, some deeper reason for everything. Concrete belief in her heart that there really was a right and there really was a wrong. Everything is linked, she thought. All details, small and large, are linked together somehow, someway. From the tiniest - letting the little old lady in front of me know that she'd dropped a dime - to the largest, consciously deciding to raise my arms in church and ask for Jesus to help me...they were all linked! There were no accidents, it was all on purpose. All of it, all events in my life have all funneled down into this: I am God's. Around them, the hall opened into an immense chamber with marble floors and a high ceiling. Great polished columns towered all around them, almost appearing to be wet more than they did solid. "You know one of the most beautiful things that I saw back there and remembered?" Bill asked her as they ran forward at sprinters paces. He's speaking without effort, she thought. We could be in bed, sharing pillow talk, and he'd have this same tone of voice. If I was listening to him say these things to me from a recorder instead of with his mouth, I'd think that he was relaxed. "Meeting you for the first time," he told her. "And knowing without a doubt that you were the one for me. Even back then, Dolly, I knew. Nothing ever happened--" "--by accident," she finished for him, amazed that she was also speaking in a relaxed tone. "Nothing. I saw the same thing, Bill. I knew. I remembered, and I felt it all over again. I felt the same shoes on my feet, I smelled the same awful french fries boiling in oil at the burger stand across the street. I felt the scratchy wool of that awful red sweater against the back of my neck. All of it was there." He grinned a crooked grin at her, and they joined hands as they continued on. "Are we dead?" she whispered in wonder. The chamber yawned even wider around them. She couldn't help but think that it must have costed billions of dollars to construct such a place of spotless beauty. "You're not dead," Ranwell said from behind them, huffing a puffing. Dolly looked back to see her angel pushing his Buddy Holly glasses up on his nose. "In fact, you could say that your entire lives are just--" "Ranwell!" Brason screamed back over his shoulder. Ranwell's mouth shut with a click of his teeth. There were stairs ahead, leading downward. Dolly watched as Brason approached these steps without hesitation, his robe fluttering in slaps and whips around his ankles like a flag in a hurricane. He began his descent, almost seeming to float down the stairs more than he was taking each step one at a time. Dolly and Bill followed. Below, there was a great arena, expanding in all directions. It was so large, Dolly thought, that the air itself in this place had weight. "It's a celebration," Bill called out to her in the sudden rush of voices coming from the arena. "Countless in celebration!" Bill screamed out in joy. "Hurry!" Brason hollared over his back. "Yes, hurry!" Ranwell shrieked excitedly, and then cackled like a kid on Christmas morning. (it's getting harder and harder to stop... Your turn! I'm really excited about this and where it's going! Honestly, anybody jump in! Fluffy - you're simply amazing!) __________________ Chapter-by-Chapter, verse-by-verse. Jesus is the Living Word.

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