Ross Nelson
Stories (9/0)
The Flaming Sword Of Michael
Before this humble narrator proceeds with the conclusion of this part of the story of Michael and his flaming sword, I must set the scene a bit before it unfolds. From the Smoke Mansion where Michael and Lilith had proven victorious, there leads a path. The path is a flat plane the color and pattern of heavily laden rain clouds. It leads to a similarly colored stair, which in turn leads up to a once beautiful citadel, now in ruins.
By Ross Nelson4 years ago in Futurism
The Flaming Sword Of Michael
“Knowledge has led them to the reality of insight, and they are in contact with the spirit of certainty. They find easy what is regarded as rough by those who live in comfort and luxury. They are intimate with what terrifies the ignorant. They are in the company of people with their bodies, yet their souls are lodged in the highest realm.”
By Ross Nelson4 years ago in Futurism
Between Cigarettes
Darcy took a long drag of her Camel Light. She blew it out, and watched the smoke fly away from Al’s Fryin’ Pan. She had been working the graveyard shift at that twenty-four-hour greasy spoon for almost twenty years. A little more than a third of her fifty-five years on this on this earth.
By Ross Nelson4 years ago in Journal