all_unwritten: Prompt 248

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@ 2008-05-08 09:55:00

Prompt 248
holy

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	folksinger 2008-05-08 03:58 pm UTC (link)
	holy shit nickelback have released another album godamnit (Reply to this)(Thread)

	step6error 2008-05-08 05:44 pm UTC (link)
	I lol'd. (Reply to this)(Parent)

sarkysnarky
2008-05-08 04:04 pm UTC (link)

Religion is not something I tend to take seriously. Forced to learn it at school until the age of 15, it's not something I think of fondly either. I joke about it with two of my friends, one of whom has dubbed herself an "honorary Jew" (the other one is really Jewish).

Today, the honorary Jew suddenly decided I should be Jewish too, and used her fingers to draw a six-pointed star in the air in the same way Christians baptise with a cross. She found the idea amusing enough to give me "booster shots" throughout the day.

I don't take religion seriously. But it was still a lovely gesture to make.

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	shima_sama 2008-05-08 08:57 pm UTC (link)
	I love when my friends make me an honorary something. ^^ This piece really spoke to me. Well done! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	loserlizzie 2008-05-08 04:10 pm UTC (link)
	It was his smile that made me want believe in something holy. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	catalina123 2008-05-08 04:56 pm UTC (link)
	I like this it say so much with so little. (Reply to this)(Parent)

Aha, Warnings for slight porniness and language

fictionlives
2008-05-08 04:17 pm UTC (link)

Ian felt Ollie's body clench around him and moaned as he jumped off the ledge with her. She squeezed his sides gently with her knees and Ian grinned as he leaned over and kissed her fluttering eyelids.
"Ollie, Ollie, Ollie," He muttered over and over again, running his hands up and down her sides.
She hummed happily and pulled him down for a real kiss.
"Loove you," Ollie muttered against his skin, nibbling lightly at the muscle between his shoulder and neck.
Ian laid down beside her, running a hand threw her hair, getting his fingers tangled in her messy curls.
He chuckled a bit and freed his fingers. "I swear to God baby, fucking you is a holy experience."

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	Re: Aha, Warnings for slight porniness and language shima_sama 2008-05-08 09:00 pm UTC (link)
	Even with the language and porniness, I still found this sweet. Well done! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Aha, Warnings for slight porniness and language fictionlives 2008-05-08 10:26 pm UTC (link)
	I guess Ollie and Ian just can't help but be sweet, even when they're getting dirty! Glad you liked it! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	Re: Aha, Warnings for slight porniness and language soundofheaven 2008-05-09 07:09 am UTC (link)
	i love reading about ian and ollie :D (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Aha, Warnings for slight porniness and language fictionlives 2008-05-09 07:21 am UTC (link)
	Thank you! I lovelovelove writing them. (Reply to this)(Parent)

Re #248

tygenco_x
2008-05-08 04:20 pm UTC (link)

The cellphone was ringing for the fifth time, with no message left in between calls. Burney sighed and finally looked to see who it was that was calling him.
"Yes James?" he asked with a groggy tone.
"I know you're not completely awake yet but you need to hear this latest development,"
"What is it?"
"The guy that was being paid to hang out with Paula flipped sides and called us, providing a lot of interesting details,"
"He did?" Burney sat up straight, suddenly feeling very awake and alert.
"Yes, he did. I sent someone out to his job to talk with him under the guise of a performance review so no one will be immediately suspicious,"
"Holy mothers," Burney said with a smile.
"I'm sure they had something to do with it. Look, I need you to update everyone there on the situation and make sure they're ready for anything,"
"Someone's turning up the heat then?"
"Heleria's got herself some nasty friends, care of him,"
"Wonderful,"
"Just be careful okay? We've dug pretty deep into all this and there are other upset people besides Heleria that we need to worry about,"
"You mean...,"
"Yeah, I mean them. Just get everyone prepared and call me back in a few hours alright?"
"Will do,"
Burney closed his phone and looked at the clock. It was going to be another hour or so before Aloisia and Rayn were awake and he didn't dare try to wake them up at this point. With a sigh he pulled on a t-shirt and meandered into the kitchen to start some coffee. Going to be a long day, he thought as he pulled a mug from the cabinet.

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The return of Marcus?

thoughtthestars
2008-05-08 04:24 pm UTC (link)

"Holy, holy, holy," The chant goes on and on from the bimah, voices rising and falling. "Kadosh, kadosh, kadosh," the Hebrew follows but I don't know the words. Stephanie insisted we come to her friend's Bat Mitzvah. We weren't the only parents sitting in the back of the synagogue, staring blankly at Hebrew transliterations and trying to make sense of them.

"The Hebrew braille doesn't seem to have anything to do with what they're saying," Marcus murmured into my ear, smiling even as he spoke. "Although I'm glad they had this."

"So I am," I laughed silently, feeling his lips against my ears. "It does sound beautiful, though." It was strange to say that. But then the music swelled again and the Rabbi motioned for everyone to stand from behind the Mitzvah girl. I touched Marcus' hand and he rose alongside me as the voices of the congregation rose in song together.

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	Re: The return of Marcus? tygenco_x 2008-05-08 05:04 pm UTC (link)
	:D This paints a lovely image indeed. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: The return of Marcus? thoughtthestars 2008-05-08 05:33 pm UTC (link)
	Hee. Thank you! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	Re: The return of Marcus? bgreane 2008-05-08 05:17 pm UTC (link)
	MARCUS! wubblewuves the whole family (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: The return of Marcus? thoughtthestars 2008-05-08 05:34 pm UTC (link)
	Thank you! Heh. Finals are over, hopefully I'll be writing more again! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	Re: The return of Marcus? shima_sama 2008-05-08 09:09 pm UTC (link)
	Loved this. Great take on the prompt! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: The return of Marcus? thoughtthestars 2008-05-08 09:14 pm UTC (link)
	Thank you! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	Re: The return of Marcus? ninth_lady 2008-05-08 09:28 pm UTC (link)
	I woke up the entire household with my happy shriek when I saw your icon! The best part? I don't mind a bit if they were perturbed about it! I finally got more Marcus!! (I love these prompts, if you couldn't infer from my comment. =P) (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: The return of Marcus? thoughtthestars 2008-05-08 09:30 pm UTC (link)
	XD Now that's a good comment! XD Finals kinda got in the way of these, but I'm hoping summer will let me get back to at least a semi-regular writing schedule. Thank you very much! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	Re: The return of Marcus? zeskittles 2008-05-09 05:19 pm UTC (link)
	YAY! MARCUS! huggles you and them Ahem, ok:p I loved this:) So so sweet:) (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: The return of Marcus? thoughtthestars 2008-05-09 05:48 pm UTC (link)
	Hee! XD I'm glad you liked it! Thank you, of course, for the compliment. (Reply to this)(Parent)

catalina123
2008-05-08 05:05 pm UTC (link)

Holy....I have never once sat a foot in a church, but standing here watching him...I felt holy. He had given me so much, whether it was advice or just that heartbreaking smile. He believed that God existed, that he was real. I on the other hand had never had the pleasure of understanding the concept that was God. How could I when he laid in this bed dying, I thought that every breath was his last, I could never bring myself to love another man, but he was my angel. It was because of him that I belived and that for the first time in my life I felt Holy.

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	lettheredrain 2008-05-08 05:18 pm UTC (link)
	Jonathon tugged at the chain that had imbedded itself in the crash victim's neck only to find that the tiny golden cross had been tangled up in her glossy black hair. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	shima_sama 2008-05-08 09:14 pm UTC (link)
	That was incredible. You did so much with so little. I love it! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	starra74 2008-05-08 05:35 pm UTC (link)
	"Without religion there would be no labels by which to decide whom to oppress and whom to avenge." Holy is a construct - an all too human construct - to help with this labelling. But I also agree with the Nickleback comment. (Reply to this)

Happy Mother's Day...

thisissam
2008-05-08 05:38 pm UTC (link)

The moment I first laid my eyes on you I knew for certain that there was such a thing as grace.

You were angelic out of my womb, a tiny bundle of wonder and beauty. You never cried as cold air and water hit your new, fragile, honey-colored body. I held you in my arms and stared at you for hours, memorizing every feature you had to offer.

Your eyes were dark and focused, much more focused than a newborns should be, as if you already knew everything about me and everything about everything for the rest of time. You were intense from the moment you opened your eyes and stared at the night sky, back up into the dark, star-studded abyss from which you had just came from.

Your hands, though small, were strong. I recognized them as good, working hands right away. I knew that soon enough, they would be calloused and rough from splinters and shavings in your father's shop. And eventually they would grow into hands that could handle pain, how much pain I couldn't understand or imagine at that moment when I held you in my arms; for now, thought, your hands were soft and tiny, but strong - grabbing my hair in fist-fulls.

Your mouth was perfect with full lips that curled in a smile within minutes. You cooed softly as I sang to you - the sound of your gurgle was like a heavenly host in abbreviated form. It foreshadowed a future of storytelling to captive audiences - your voice would be one that made kings bow and enemies tremble and children laugh. Your voice would be a comforting embrace, a strong fortress, a mantra for many.

I held you there, that first night of your life, and cried silent tears of humility.

Who am I to be so honored to call you my son?
What have I done to deserve such a heavy burden, and such an amazing miracle at once?
Who am I to look at this baby as my Savior?
My flesh as my God?
My child as this Holy being?
My boy as my King?

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	Re: Happy Mother's Day... ninth_lady 2008-05-08 09:30 pm UTC (link)
	Beautiful! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	Holy... tracys_dream 2008-05-08 06:06 pm UTC (link)
	moley! (Reply to this)

	Chaplet of Divine Mercy log_junkie 2008-05-08 06:23 pm UTC (link)
	Holy God Holy Mighty One Holy Immortal One Have mercy on us and on the whole world. Jesus, I trust in you. (Reply to this)

part 1

step6error
2008-05-08 07:03 pm UTC (link)

Cigarette smoke, he decided. It was just like cigarette smoke.

He lit up a cigarette and didn't need a lighter. A deep, long inhale; a slow, drawn-out exhale. The smoke floated out of his mouth, swirling and climbing and disappearing into the night air. He was on a hill on the outskirts of the city.

City lights. Pretty from a distance. Like the stars in the darkest midnight. But who would know? You couldn't see the stars if the city was there, and city people had no idea what stars truly were. And he couldn't bear to look at stars anyway. He'd seen them back when they were beautiful. Here, down here, they looked like nothing more than spilled salt on black marble. Merely a mess.

He took another inhale.

Holy. The word kept poking him. Prodding the inner matter of his brain. Tapping him on the shoulder. Flicking at his ears. Annoying little word. Like a mosquito he couldn't kill, pricking him and leaving itching blotches on his skin.

There was an actual mosquito on his neck, but he didn't bother with it. As he exhaled it flew off of him. A second and a third later, it fell to the ground, and much farther than the ground.

"That was a dumb move," he said. He took another inhale and he realized he wasn't sure if he was talking to the mosquito, or to himself.

Holy. Like cigarette smoke. You caught a glimpse of it and it was beautiful in its own way but damned if it wouldn't kill you in the long run. But people kept trying it out anyway, because it gave you something, just a little taste of some great thing. He liked cigarettes. He didn't do holy.

He thought about the mosquito as he exhaled. They had a lot in common, him and that thing. Both of them had bothered a force they shouldn't have; both of them were gonna be in the same location at the end of the day. Both of them were damned from the moment they made a decision to pester a being much larger then themselves.

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Part 2

step6error
2008-05-08 07:09 pm UTC (link)

Holy. He'd been that, once, so far ago he had to strain his memory. But he caught glimpses of it, like the faint and brief tendrils of cigarette smoke, teasing him and reminding him. This is what you used to be, or what you could have been, or what you can never be again.

There was a road that lead to the hill, from the direction of the city, partially concealed by trees. From his vantage point he saw a section of moving light making its way down the hidden road; and he knew who it was. He took another inhale, long and full.

He didn't need it anymore, holy. He'd thought a lot about this: that he was something very different. He had either taken a giant step forward, or a giant step back. Because he was made to be holy, and live a holy life, and to need holy things, to need the divine and the sacred like fishes need water and birds need to fly. But he wasn't like that anymore. He didn't need holy or pine for holy, or want it back. He regarded it with apathy, albeit a slightly negative-tinted apathy. And he wondered why he didn't, sometimes, because he'd been cut from the same cloth as all the other divine beings in heaven.

Gods and devils, angels and demons, and sketchy definitions to separate them all. He realized it, a long time ago, and it had made him laugh so hard he thought he'd choke. Once he thought it wasn't so hard to be a god, and so he became a devil, and he and all the other prodding angels got redefined as demons. But he wasn't any of those things, anymore, not now. Now, he was absolutely basic. A giant step forward or backward - who knew? But he wasn't holy anymore. And in the modern world, there was no need to be evil, because people did a fine job of that on their own. He was just basic.

He was just another trumped up human, another idiot who drifted through the moral haze, waiting for the end to come and watching the world collapse around itself. Just another mosquito; just another person who didn't look at stars anymore. The black and white of holy and sacrilegious had been blurred into an overwhelming shade of cigarette smoke grey, 6.66 billion people strong, and he had become one of them.

The car rolled to stop behind him. He didn't turn, but watched the smoke drift out of his mouth. A metal, clumsy click resounded as the driver's door opened.

"Hey," said the driver.

"What do you want, Sam," he said.

There were several other letters attached to Sam's name, but he didn't bother to correct it. He killed the engine, shut the door of the car, and strolled over. "Just came out to view the lights."

"Not much to look at, as far as light goes."

"Better than the dark. Better than the stars."

"Cigarette?"

"No, I'm fine. You smoke too often. Damn, it's cold up here."

"You'll be all right. I know a good place to thaw out."

"Aw, hell."

"Exactly."

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we are

mtsilence
2008-05-08 07:07 pm UTC (link)

We walk in grace and beauty, unknowing, all unaware that our footprint lingers long after we have faded away into dust.

We walk in balance and in imbalance, we walk in noise, in silence, we linger echoes of things that are now forgotten.

Leaving behind only faint whispers of the dreams, we are, for we are all merely dreams made flesh. Coming into being to fulfill a longing that has no other voice.

We are the laughter and the tears of that one source, from whom we emerge, a remnant of what we understand as sacred, blessed, pure and holy.

We are that watercolor reminder of that perfection that we can be, if we but linger one-step embraced in the moment of grace and beauty, allowing ourselves to be fully aware that we are,

Sacred, blessed, pure, perfect, and holy.

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	holy my_pretty_death 2008-05-08 08:02 pm UTC (link)
	shit. that thing is HUGE. (Reply to this)

	ultimateairn 2008-05-08 08:12 pm UTC (link)
	The minute you start walking, that's when you lose them. (Reply to this)

	shaynnaloves 2008-05-08 08:16 pm UTC (link)
	"Holy rusted metal, Batman! Get it?" CLASSIC ROBIN! Sorry, no Rochelle and Evan today. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	fictionlives 2008-05-09 07:23 am UTC (link)
	Hahaha, my friends and I make up things we think Robin would say, it's great fun; this is awesome. (Reply to this)(Parent)

Welcome to my strange, strange fictional world?

thoughtthestars
2008-05-08 09:12 pm UTC (link)

(May be religiously offensive)

"It's for Jesus' birthday." The angel laughed as he hovered near Joey's shoulder, ignoring the artist's glare. "His birthday, yep! Otherwise known as Christmas" Uriel chuckled as he felt the fingernails digging into his arms, shivering with pleasure.

"It's for my boyfriend's birthday." Joey practically spit the words out at the cashier as he grabbed the cooking supplies and practically ripped the bag in an effort to get out of the room as quickly as possible. "Not Christmas."

"Same thing," The angel was laughing as the bag of wooden spoons spun towards his head. "You're dating Jesus Christ."

"Shut up!" Came the annoyed exclamation from Joey. "It's for his birthday, not Christmas. And that's what really matters." The sacreligious young piercer may have been dating the son of G-d, but it didn't matter overly much when it came to religion. "Just shut up."

But none of that stopped him from wrapping the present and tossing it awkwardly beneath the tree in their house, glaring at the angel and daring him to speak.

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	Re: Welcome to my strange, strange fictional world? shima_sama 2008-05-08 09:18 pm UTC (link)
	Oh, okay, I liked this a lot. Really adorable, I love the banter. ^^ Well done! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: Welcome to my strange, strange fictional world? thoughtthestars 2008-05-08 09:19 pm UTC (link)
	Thank you! Again! (Reply to this)(Parent)

Re: Welcome to my strange, strange fictional world?

log_junkie
2008-05-09 06:56 pm UTC (link)

(May be religiously offensive)

I can see where people might find this offensive, but the image of Christ as lover isn't a foreign one to Christianity. Pope John Paul II wrote often about how the image of holy conjugal love was one of the best earthly analogies for our communion with God that we have. Christ is bridegroom, and we His Church (as collective humanity) are the bride. He calls us to an even greater intimacy than what is experienced between husband and wife in sexual union.

Of course, there are important qualifications for the analogy. I'm not saying Christians have sex with Jesus. All analogies fall short of the truth it reflects. But I am saying that in purity and holiness, there is a wonderful dignity about humanity and God's love for us that is revealed through the image of sexual union.

Sorry, I've been learning up on JPII's Theology of the Body. It's absolutely amazing stuff. So, your post wasn't offensive to me, unless there is some underlying thing I completely missed (which is entirely possible). Although you don't strike me as the type to intentionally offend.

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shima_sama
2008-05-08 11:39 pm UTC (link)

It was first and foremost a temple. Long-forgotten, left to disappear, and ever covered in a light dust, but still a temple.

But it had become more than that.

It was their first meeting, their first kiss, their first dance. It was his dust drawings and her traditional songs. It was her eyes and his fingers.

And now?

Now it was their last meeting. Their last kiss. Their final goodbye. It was tears and hands and whispers.

And it was gone.

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	melissarose8585 2008-05-09 12:48 am UTC (link)
	"Aw, holy hell! Work, damnit!" "Oxymoron, eh? Won't make that stupid machine turn on, you know. And I don't like you using that language. Sacrilegous, sis." "Do you even know what that means, Allen?" "Course I do." "Well, that's a divine miracle in itself." (Reply to this)

	alexandria_skye 2008-05-09 01:40 am UTC (link)
	"holy sh-" "do not finish that sentence mr bryce, or in addition to the final exam you'll have a detention!" (Reply to this)(Thread)

	ninth_lady 2008-05-09 03:57 am UTC (link)
	Haha! Very amusing and a great take on the prompt. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	kick_back_80s 2008-05-09 02:42 am UTC (link)
	Prada: once it's on the pope, it's holy. (Reply to this)

	alostchildstory 2008-05-09 05:58 am UTC (link)
	Holy sock. Holy war. Holy Hell. Holy whole. "Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!" (Reply to this)

that_evening
2008-05-09 05:58 pm UTC (link)

My pale hands flutter like white doves, flying about your body until you effortlessly catch them in mid-air enclose my hands in the warmth of your own. You tame them immediately. This wasn't suppose to be, they said. Your mouth is on my own and my soul feels like it is being drawn out of my body. I can feel myself going limp under you.

I want to speak, to put voice to what I feel, but no words will come. When you enter me, I speak but not with my own voice. It is the tongue of an angel, cries known and understood only to them and to us. You have released my hands and now they reverently caress you.

Some will say it was wrong, but I can't recall other people now. Did they ever exist? Has it been you and I from the start? Somewhere I hear the whispers of the angels. They softly utter the same line again and again, draping their words over us like warm blankets. "This is pure, this is true"

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