MY DEAR FRIENDS, FOLLOWERS AND READERS,
FOLLOWING IS A SAMPLE (PREVIEW) OF THE STORY I AM CURRENTLY WORKING ON, WHICH I HAVE TITLED “FINDING DEATH”. THIS IS A PORTION OF THE STORY THAT I HAVE CHOSEN TO SHARE WITH YOU, IN ORDER TO ENTICE YOUR IMAGINATION. I TRULY HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO FINISHING THE STORY, SO THAT YOU CAN READ THE WHOLE THING. PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK AND TELL ME HOW YOU LIKE IT SO FAR...
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My heavy breathing thudded in my ear. I could hear the echo of it captured in my chest. The walls that surrounded me seemed to be closing in on me. It was a nightmare. I was being held prisoner within my own mind. I lay captive to my inner most thoughts.
I wanted to run. Leave this place where I've been stuck in for way too long. What's the point in life, if you can't live? What's the point in anything, if you cannot enjoy it? The vacant solitude suffocated me. It asphyxiated and drowned me in a pointless void of desolation. I was tired of it! Exhausted of the monotony and redundancy of the inescapable! Frustrated with people’s opinions and my own needs! I was tired of needing what I couldn’t get and getting what I didn’t need!
I wanted to scream, “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” I yelled in my head, “SOMEONE, ANYONE, LET ME OUT!!!” I wanted... needed out of this situation. I wanted run! I needed run! Be set free! Intake pure air in my lungs! Get away... go away...
Trapped. Claustrophobic. Ambushed by life. Captured by poverty. Cornered by the need to be set free. Yet, with no ability to do so. The four walls that surrounded me, made me want to cry. The figurative four walls were dark and lonely. Empty and redundant. The unchanging scene that was my life, made by the situation, unattainable freedom. I craved the independence to do what I wanted, when I wanted to do it.
Again, I could feel the walls moving around me. Spinning yet also, closing in. My mind was playing tricks on me, which I could not get away from. My breathing was now being controlled by my nervousness. It was unsteady, uneven. Shaky. Yet, my ears heard nothing but the heaving of my chest.
“PLEASE! FOR WHAT EVER IT'S WORTH... SOMEONE LET ME OUT OF THE GODFROSAKEN PLACE!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, and no one heard me. I screamed. I hollered. I pleased... and still no one answered.
Was it a dream? Was it real? I could no longer distinguish reality from imagination. I could no longer see the difference. Either way I was somewhere I didn't want to be, in a position I didn't want to be in. So, my day and night ran together, like a blotchy painting, a mosaic form of art that did not allow me to distinguish the difference. No beginning and no end. The sun did nothing to lighten my days. And, the moon did nothing to clear my nights.
The people that surrounded me did not understand me. I spoke and they did not hear me, I yelled and they did not see me. I was a tenuous phantom, a misty ghost, that no one even knew was there. My prison? My own home. My incarceration? My own life. Who would free me from that? Who would help me get away? NO ONE!
No meaning. No purpose. No drive.... nothing. Just nothing. How could I then escape? There was no way. No way out. My last plea, my last attempt at becoming a free bird, “Please... for whatever it's worth... please someone... anyone... get me out of here...” I said out loud with absolutely no will power behind my words.
Since the beginning of life, we have come to existence, every one of us with a different calling and purpose. Within our species are sub-species. This chronicle will serve as a guide to help you understand who and what we are.
In the Middle Ground of heavens exists a podium which hold on it twelve thrones. Seated upon those thrones is the Hierarchy of Angels. Six Arch’s and one of each other breed of angel. They are as follows:
The seven breeds of angels are; Archangel, Angels, Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, Dominions, and Virtues. Besides the Arch’s who total six seated at the thrones of the Hierarchy there is also one of each other breed; each one a leader of its kind. Each angel breed has its functions.
The Hierarchy Members are as follows; An angel, a seraphim, a cherubim, a throne, a dominion, a virtue, Metatron, Sandolphon, Michael, Raphael, me Alec – Gabriel’s replacement, and finally Azriel.
The Arch’s assigned to the Hierarchy are the most important of the species. The functions of the Hierarchy of Arch’s seated at the thrones are as follows:
Metatron holds the Book of Life and Death in his hand. He and Sandolphon are twins. Both created to complete one and other. Both one half of the other. Metatron alone knows who will be born and who shall die in a single day. It is his position to forward the list of the people that are to die to Azriel so that Azriel can collect the departed souls. He holds what can be considered a supervisory position. He is commissioned with those who are to be born and those who have departed. Such is his job; and the Higher Sources saw this to be good, and so it was.
Sandolphon is the Arch in charge of the earth and everything therein, and he is the Arch that carries the prayers of the just. Being the second half of Metatron, Sandolphon is charged with caring for humanity during life. Whereas Metatron is only present in the beginning and the end, Sandolphon is present during. In other words, the middle of life. Such is his job; and the Higher Sources saw this to be good, and so it was.
Michael is the Arch, also known as the right hand of the Creators. It was by his hand that Lucifer was cast from heaven and it is his function to ensure that heaven remains in perfect order. His will is strong and his arm powerful. Such is his job; and the Higher Sources saw this to be good, and so it was.
Raphael is the Arch, also known as the healer. The Alpha and Omega created him to heal the hurting. No matter what their pain; be it physical, mental of emotional. He is commissioned with healing and repairing the damages that humanity may have to endure. Such is his job; and the Higher Sources saw this to be good, and so it was.
I am Alec, I hold the position once given to Gabriel. I am commissioned with the protection of mankind. It is my occupation to ensure that man stays unharmed and functional. Though, man can hurt each other, I am to see to it that man does not annihilate each other entirely. I am to see that mankind does not cause its own extinction. Such is my job; and the Higher Sources saw this to be good, and so it shall be.
And finally, Azriel is the Arch in charge of collection departed souls and passing them onto their final destination. He is typically seen as a dark being. And this was a figment of mankind’s own imagination. Humans do not like to face death; therefore, they make death out to be an ugly and terrible thing. Yet, it is of the natural order that all that lives, must at some point die. Yet he too is an Arch and every bit as important and powerful as any other Arch. Such is his job; and the Higher Sources saw this to be good… yet, things change…
The throne of Azriel has been empty for three decades…
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