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Author: sly-dog
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-24-05 - Updated: 04-24-05 - id:1895205

WOOT! Two stories in 24 hours, a new record for me. So read and review.

James Robinson lay on his front lawn, staring up at the azure sky that seemed to engulf him. Life seemed to be passing him by. Everything moved faster around him. The birds moved faster, the bees danced among the grass and flowers faster than normal. There was nothing he could do but just lay there and stare up at the sky, not a worry in the world. Letting his mind wander, he could see the worries of everyone play out before him. Worries like ‘does that person hate me or like me?’ or ‘I hope I get that job.’ And most of all, ‘what were we put into this existence for?’

James smiled up at this trivial question. There was no reason for this question to be asked. The reason people exist is just because. They’re just there, no reason, other than to exist. Another worry came up. ‘Is there a god? What about heaven and hell?’ There is also no reason for this question. The God that people always have and always will preach about exists with in one-self, judging what you do, who you will become, and how you exist, everyone’s is different. As for heaven and hell, both those are one and the same, in the fact that both exist on earth. If you are kind and uphold morals and work hard, you will not be treated harshly by others, thus creating a living heaven, devoid of harshness and hate. If you treat others harshly and don’t uphold any morals, commit adultery, you will live in a place void of kindness and love, thus creating a living hell, full of hate and death. But if you do not care at all, just trudging through without caring for the others around you, but hating them, you will end up in a place void of anything, purgatory, full of emptiness.

Another worry came to James from far away. ‘What was I placed here for, was I meant for something great?’ He smiled warmly of this worry. All people are meant for something great. We must not forget that. No one is born a failure, we are all born with the ability to make a living heaven, some just do not choose to do this, for the others around them make them blind to the heaven. Some think religions will help to attain a heaven after death. The truth of it is, these religions teach others to hate, by condemning the beliefs of others a person condemns himself to a living hell. James smiled as his living hell was ripped from his existence, he was moving to the place of not existing, death. The bloodstain on his shirt continued to spread, consciousness slipped in and out of his grasp, there was one more worry James had yet to answer. ‘Should I do what others tell me to do?’ This worry was simple to answer. Do what you think you should do. Follow your own heart, your own “God” it will not steer you wrong, ever. If you think it is right, it will invariably create a living heaven for you that others may condemn, but you should not worry about what others condemn you for, because these are your beliefs. By condemning you, they create for themselves a living hell, and after that, non-existence. The blood had reached his chest. The ones that freed him from his living hell were now only creating ones for themselves. James frowned. No one deserved to be in the living hell. Why would you deserve something when you could acquire something better, such as the living heaven? James Robinson lay on his front lawn, staring up at the azure sky that seemed to engulf him and it did. James Robinson, gang leader, and man living in his own living hell ceased to exist.

A/N: Wow, another weird one, well anyway, tell me what you think of this one. R&R



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