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Post by celticbear on May 6, 2012 21:58:26 GMT -5
Wow! Patty these are some weird visions Damian is having! I would faint also if a Puppy on my bed turned into a pouncing Tiger! NOW ON THE OTHER HAND IF THAT PUPPY TURNED IN A POUNCING KEITH THEN I WOULD NOT FAINT!
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Post by pattydear on May 14, 2012 0:11:52 GMT -5
Damian and Valeria were walking down the street on the afternoon of a bright and sunny Saturday. “It’s so beautiful out today,” Valeria said. “I think it’s ugly,” Damian replied. He laughed. “You little stinker!” Valeria said, playfully slapping him in the face. They walked on and on and on. They soon resorted to running. They laughed as they felt the air flow past them and the muscles in their legs cramping. Eventually, they stopped and panted with their hands on their knees and their backs bent. “Look!” Valeria said, standing straight up. “A church!” “I don’t like churches,” Damian said. “Back in Ireland, Fr. Porkbreath would talk in a monotone voice while praying and preaching. It was so dull, that I’d oftentimes fall asleep in the middle of everything.” Valeria laughed. “Fr. Giudipello whistles when he talks,” she said. “I like it, but it drives my mother nuts. She brings earplugs to Mass, now.” Damo and Valeria laughed. They went up to the church, and went in through the large doorway, which made a loud noise as it closed behind them. They went into the sanctuary. Damian walked over to a statue of the Virgin. “She looks just like my mother,” he said. Valeria walked over and looked at the statue. “She’s very beautiful,” she said. “I know,” Damian replied. They looked at the statue in silence for a while. They heard a voice behind them say, “Valeria! I knew you’d be here!” Valeria and Damian turned around to see Flora. “How did you…” Valeria started to say. She then just waved her hand in a giving-up fashion. Flora cleared her throat, then said, “I must tell you something. But we must first leave this Christian house of worship. I wish not to offend any adherents who might come in.” Flora led the two young people out of the church. They walked down the street. “Valeria,” Flora said, “last night I had a vision, a very fantastic vision. My spirit was taken to many places, places like Smith’s Kolob and Swedenborg’s Mars. I won’t describe these places. I will only tell you one thing which I learned while on a planet far away- I learned about you. You have a calling, a magickal calling.” Valeria gazed down at her moving feet solemnly. “A calling?” Valeria asked. “That is… so wonderful. I thought the only place I’d do well in would be the home or the convent.” “Homes and convents are the best of places for those who are meant to be there,” Flora replied. “But your magickal calling wishes for you to work in other places. It may even require you to never settle down anywhere.” “Why settle down? I have no true home- just a living space in a roach-infested building. What is the calling?” “There are covens all over the New England area that receive no spiritual aid through a leader. The second head of the Goddess wishes for you to become an… itinerant priestess.” Flora took out of the pocket in the leg section of her dress a book with a leather covering. She handed the book to Valeria, who put it into her own pocket. “See you later,” Flora said. She walked off onto another street. Damian and Valeria stared after her. The two young people walked on. They came to Damian’s house. “Wanna come in?” Damian asked. “Why not?” Valeria replied. They both went inside. “Zara!” Damian said. “This is Valeria. She’s a classmate of mine.” “Hello,” Zara said, shaking Valeria’s hand. She then said to Damo, “Is she your girlfr-” “No!” Damian quickly replied. Valeria laughed. “Don’t worry,” she said to Zara. “I’ve got a boyfriend already. Don’t fear my womanliness.” “Why fear womanliness?” Zara asked. “Embrace your womanliness, for that is what makes you stronger than a man.” Val and Zara laughed. Damian simply stood, feeling awkwarded-out. Keith came out of one of the doors. “Hey, Damian,” he said. “Oh, look. Is that your girlfriend?” “No!” Damo answered. Emmet came out of the same door Keith came out of. “Woah!” he said. “Damian, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend!” “She’s not my girlfriend,” Damian said, looking up to Heaven. Paul rushed down the stairs. “Did I just hear that Damo has a girlfriend?” he asked. Valeria said at the top of her lungs, “For the record, so that everyone knows, I am not Damian’s girlfriend. Damian has no girlfriends, and he never wants one, because girls have cooties and other head-lice.” “What?!” Damian said with a shocked look on his face. “Girls are really like that?!” “I was just kidding around,” Valeria replied, laughing. “Girls are actually very clean. It’s the boys that are filth.” Zara laughed at that. All the guys scowled. Damian showed Valeria all around his house. Val was constantly in awe of everything. “It’s so big,” she said. “And clean. And beautiful. How does your godfather pay for all of this?” “I don’t know,” Damian replied. “Looking at everyone on the streets, it’s a surprise that someone could be so wealthy.” Valeria just nodded, looking wide-eyed at everything around her. At around five o’ clock came teatime. Everyone was in the dining room, munching on scones and gulping down hot, dark, herb-flavored water. Instantly, George walked in. He had just come home from work. “Oh, what a terrible day!” he exclaimed. He sat down at the table. “You should have been there. You would’ve hated it.” He looked about at everyone. His eyes stopped at Valeria. “Are you the new maid?” he asked. “No,” Valeria replied, laughing out loud. “I’m a friend of Damian’s. I’m Valeria.” She stood up, and held out her hand. George shook it. “I must be off,” she said. “It’ll be dark by the time I get home, I shouldn’t wonder.” Damian followed her to the door. “Goodbye, Valeria,” he said. “Goodbye, Damian,” Valeria replied. “About what Flora said earlier on: Are you… a witch?” “I’m some sort of catechumen under her. She is training me for a year and a day on how to do the Craft. I never knew that I would have some sort of ‘calling’, though, until today.” Damian gazed at Valeria. “Something tells me that you’ll be good at whatever you shall do,” he said. “If your job in the future is to cast spells and perform divination, I’m certain you will be perfect at it.” “Thank you,” Valeria said. “Don’t try to boost up my arrogance, though. ‘Pride comes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.’” She walked down the street, on her way home.
That night, Damian lay in bed, trying as hard as he could to fall asleep. Instantly, he saw his mother standing in the room. He instantly got out of bed and hugged his mother. “Oh, Damian,” she said, “I am so concerned for you.” “Why, Mummy?” Damian asked. “Because you are so far from Ireland, and you are going to school, and you are in a large and dangerous city.” “Don’t fret, Mummy. I’m okay.” “So far, you are. What if something happens, though?” “Lots of things have happened- lots of wonderful things.” “But what about Giuseppe?” “Oh… I forgot about him.” “And what about the gangs? What about the KKK?” “They… I… Oh, well. You win. You are right.” “Be careful, Damian. Be very careful. Never fear, though. Angels shall protect you, ‘lest you dash your foot against a stone’. Pray everyday- pray to God, and to the Virgin, for she is your mother just as I am.” “But Mummy, I don’t know if all of this religious is real, so how can I pray?” “I’m real, aren’t I?” “You could just be a hallucination. I tend to do that, you know.” “Sadly, you do. Consume some fish oil- it’ll really help you not see fake stuff all over the place.” “Mummy, you seem so unsympathetic.” “I’m just a concerned woman trying to do what’s best for her child, that’s all. I’m sorry if it comes off as being harsh.” Silence. “Mummy?” “Yes, Damian?” “I really want to know if you’re real.” “Well, you’ll see soon enough.” A knock came at the door. “Come in!” Damian said. In came Emmet. His eyes instantly opened wide. “Damian,” he said, “who is that woman?” “She’s… my mother,” Damo replied. “She’s visiting from the dead.” “Hi, Emmet!” Damian’s mother said. “How you doin’?” “Very well, thank you,” Emmet replied. “And you?” “Very well, also,” the mother said. “Heaven is such a wonderful place. Why don’t you come over to live there sometime?” “I’m not dead yet.” Emmet at first seemed shocked, then he simply laughed. He left the room just then, saying goodnight to both Damian and his mother. “Now, it’s time for you to fall asleep, Damian” the mother said. Damian went into his bed and closed his eyes. The last thing he could recall was his mother singing him a lullaby. He then slept. In the morning, when he woke up, he followed his mother’s instructions and prayed. He prayed by his bedside. As he prayed to God, he felt a spiritual closeness to Cathleen. As he prayed to the Virgin, he felt a spiritual closeness to his mother. At Mass, he prayed and worshipped in sincerity. Later at night, he realized he’d forgotten to pray to one individual. So, he got back to his bedside, and he prayed to the Goddess, whom he heard Flora speak of. As he prayed to the Goddess, he felt a spiritual closeness to Valeria. He got into his bed, and went to sleep.
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Post by celticbear on May 14, 2012 20:19:53 GMT -5
So Val is some sort of witch in training. I love how everybody except George thought Val was Damian's girlfriend. And the scene between Damian, his mom and Emmett was both sweet and spooky!
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Post by meagab15 on May 27, 2012 10:36:12 GMT -5
update soon patty
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Post by pattydear on Jun 3, 2012 1:41:32 GMT -5
Damian and Valeria were walking about after school one day. They heard a noise down the street. They saw groups of people crowded all about, listening to men and women on platforms speaking. “…if our children have to work there, why don’t we change it?” one man said to the crowd. “These factories are abusing the proletariat. A few years from now, there might…” “Who are they?” Damian whispered to Valeria. Val replied, “The people speaking are Progressives. They’ve obviously drawn quite the crowd today.” The man talking said to the crowd, “Who is with me?” “You idiot!” someone in the crowd shouted. “Scumbag!” another person hollered out. “Eat filth!” “Bother someone else with your ideas!” A young female voice from the crowd shouted, “I’m with you, sir!” Damian tried to look and see who the girl was. It was… Cathleen! Cathleen was dressed in rags. She had a bright red ribbon tied in her hair, though, and she had in her hands a rather thick book. She had a serious look on her face. A voice from the crowd said, “Get that socialist girl away from us!” Another said, “The likes of her spoil the liberal philosophy!” “Send that atheistic Marxist away!” another shouted. Cathleen stood in her place. She kept the same look on her face, and was silent. Damian shoved his way into the crowd. He reached Cathleen. “Cathleen!” he said. Cathleen looked surprised. “Damian,” she said, “what on earth…” She just stood there, with her eyes wide open. Finally, she shook her head violently. “Let’s leave,” she said. “I’ll never be respected here.” She and Damian left the crowd. Valeria was waiting there. “This is my friend Cathleen,” Damian told Val. “She’s from Ireland, also.” “I guessed that by the accent,” Valeria replied. She held out her hand, and said, “I’m Valeria.” Cathleen shook Val’s hand. All three of them walked off down the street. “What was that all about?” Damian asked. “Over there?” “Oh, that,” Cathleen said. “They kind of hate me, because I’m a radical. Even the man speaking probably hates me, even though he doesn’t know me personally. Anyway, Damian, it’s been so long since I’ve last seen you.” “How… did you get here?” Damo asked. “I stowed away on an immigrant ship,” Cathleen replied. “I had no life back in Ireland. It was just a land without opportunity.” “Where are you staying?” “Normally, I hope from commune to commune. They’re nice places- everyone shares and treats each other like the sacred objects we all are.” “Commune? What’s that?” “As a said, a place where everyone shares.” “Do they share everything?” “Yes, everything.” Silence. “What’s that book you’re holding?” Damian asked. Cathleen replied, “It’s *The Communist Manifesto*. I keep it with me. It gives me hope.” “More hope than the Bible gives you?” “Sometimes, yes.” “What’s it about? Why does it give you hope?” “It’s about how society can take the course to utopia. It explains how poverty can be ended. It explains how everyone can become equal.” “Oh. That sounds like quite the book. Maybe I can read it someday.” “Maybe. I doubt you’d like it. It’s rather dull.” “Oh… That’s too bad.” Silence. More silence. Awkward silence. “So,” Valeria said, “Cathleen, I heard that you and Damian went to school together back in Ireland.” “Yes, we did,” Cathleen replied, smiling. “It was rather fun. The first day, though, I witnessed the teacher treat him rather cruelly.” “Damian mentioned that.” “It was awful. I felt so sorry for him.” “Poor thing.” “I know… Poor thing.” They both stared at Damian, who was blushing. They walked on and on and on. “Look!” Valeria said. “There’s Flora!” Flora was walking in there direction. “Helloooooooooooooooooooo!” she hollered. When she got to where the three young folks were, she said, “I’ve had the most wonderful day imaginable. How about you?” “It’s been pretty good, I guess,” Val replied. “I liked it,” Damian added. “I hated it,” Cathleen said. “I accidentally wore my striped stockings instead of my brown ones.” “But those brown ones look cute on you,” Flora said. “Still, I wouldn’t be caught dead in them. Anyway, I gotta go. Bye!” She sped off as fast as her aged legs could carry her. “Who was she?” Cathleen asked. “Her name is Flora,” Damian replied. “She’s a witch.” “That’s just superstition,” Cathleen said. “You should know better than to believe in that stuff, Damian.” Damian blushed, again. “Valeria believes in it,” he said. “I do,” Valeria said. “I’m not ashamed of my beliefs.” Cathleen just sighed. “Beliefs are just things we use to make ourselves happier,” she said. “I lost many of my beliefs when I realized the futility of them.” Silence. Silence. Silence. “Wanna come to my house?” Damian asked. “Yes,” Cathleen and Valeria both replied at the same time. Damian laughed.
“Hi, Zara,” Damian said as he entered the house. “You remember Cathleen, don’t you?” “Good day, Cathleen,” Zara said, with a look of immense surprise on her face. “Good day, Miss Zara,” Cathleen replied. “How do you do today?” “Very well, thank you,” Zara said. Keith ran down the stairs. “Out of the way, gang!” he said. “Emmet’s chasing me!” Emmet walked down the stairs. “For the millionth time,” he said, “we aren’t playing tag, Keith. Will you please get that into your head? Hey, Damian. Hey, Valeria. Hey, stranger girl.” Emmet reached the bottom of the stairs. He walked up to Damian and gave him a hug. “Today was extraordinarily dull,” he said, “until five minutes ago, when Keith got hyper.” “I’m not hyper!” Keith shouted. “I simply got my daily sugar boost!” He giggled in such a creepy manner that Damian felt about ready to faint from fear. He did. “Oh, my,” Valeria said. “Damian’s fallen asleep in the middle of a conversation again. He’ll be like this for hours, I’m certain.” Cathleen laughed. “Can I be the one who gets to slap his hand viciously?” she asked. “I certainly hate putting the rag on his forehead.”
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Post by meagab15 on Jun 3, 2012 11:30:06 GMT -5
lol Damian has two girls with him and keith and emmet chasing each other lol update soon
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Post by celticbear on Jun 3, 2012 20:28:36 GMT -5
Wow! Cathleen showing up was the last thing I was expecting! Love Keith thinking he and Emmet where playing a game of tag! Love Cat and Val's reaction to Damian fainting!
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Post by pattydear on Jun 26, 2012 16:36:58 GMT -5
Cathleen walked over to the tent she had been staying in for the past few days. She went inside. “Clarisse,” she said, “I invited over an old friend of mine to come over. Is that all right with you?” Clarisse blew into her hands (she was always cold). “I don’t care,” she said. “Who’s this friend, though?” “I knew him back in Ireland,” Cathleen replied. “He’s about the same age as us. He might bring over a friend of *his*.” “Lots of friendship is going on,” Clarisse said, laughing.
Damian rapped his hand on the tentpole. “Come in!” he heard Cathleen’s voice from inside say. He and Valeria went in. “Does everyone here live in tents?” he asked. “Pretty much,” Cathleen replied. “I’ve been to many communes, though, so I can easily say that at least the people here are all in tents and not under the ground or under the stars.” “Back in Italy,” Valeria said, “my mother used to live under the ground. She also lived in caves, and five of her baby brothers and sisters had been bitten by rats and tarantulas.” Cathleen raised one of her eyebrows. “How dreadful,” was all she could say. She cleared her throat. “Everyone,” she said, “this is Clarisse. Clarisse, this here is Damian, and this is Valeria.” Clarisse stood up. She had been sitting all day, so her legs popped. “Hello, y’all,” she said. “How’s it going?” “A-OK,” Valeria said. “Terrible,” Damian said. “Keith’s been annoying me all day.” Clarisse laughed. She laughed and laughed and laughed. She laughed until it started to sound like she was hyperventilating. “Are you all right?” Valeria asked. She rushed over to Clarisse and put a hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, I’m alright,” Clarisse replied. “Maybe. If I fall down dead, just say, ‘Finally it happened.’” Valeria had a pained look on her face. “Seriously?” she said. Clarisse instantly looked concerned. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I’ve been told not to talk so morbidly around strangers.” This whole time, Damian was standing as still as a tree, with a pale and frightened look on his face. “Damian,” Cathleen said. “Earth to Damian. Are you there?” Damian looked at her. “‘Earth to Damian’? What’s that mean?” “It means you seem to be spacing out,” Cathleen explained. “It’s supposed to be an amusing way to get someone’s attention.” Damian raised one of his eyebrows.
Cathleen and Clarisse showed Damian and Valeria around the commune. “This one just so happens to be rather small for a commune,” Cathleen said. “I’ve been to several that have been absolutely humongous, almost as if they’re their own worlds.” They came to the part of the commune where people left their belongings in semi-organized piles for others to keep and use. Among the piles were little trinkets and necklaces. Damian picked up one. “This looks a lot like something my mother would have worn,” he said. “She liked this sort of stuff.” “She obviously had good style,” Clarisse said. She picked up another necklace from the pile and sniffed it. “Whoever owned this one left their breath scent on it,” she said. “Disgusting. Don’t’ you agree?” “It could be worse,” Valeria said. Cathleen said, “Actually, it can’t be worse. What is worse than bad breath?”
Everyday, Damian and Valeria would visit Cathleen (or, rather, Cathleen would visit Damian and Valeria, as there was no one specific spot she would stay at). Damian enjoyed it thoroughly- he loved it. It was wonderful seeing Cathleen again. Spring went by. Then summer. Then autumn came. Soon, Damian turned sixteen years old. George gave him presents, like socks and cue-tips. A cold winter went by. Around the middle of it, Valeria got very, very sick.
“Val,” Damian said while visiting her one day. She was lying in bed. Her skin had lost its normal wheat coloring, and her eyes had lost their liveliness. “How are you?” “Not doing too well,” Valeria replied. “My head is throbbing, and… I have weird visions at night.” “Weird visions?” “Yes. I see… demons. I see spirits and monsters and heroes of old. And, sometimes, I can almost see the Goddess.” “The Goddess?” “Yes. I can almost see her beauty, her radiance, her divinity. It’s as if she wants to take me to my home, my real home.” “But what about you becoming a priestess?” “Maybe Flora’s prophecy was wrong. That happens sometimes.” Damian was quiet. “Damian?” “Yes, Valeria?” “Please stay by my bedside tonight. I feel so un-alone while you’re with me. I feel so much better.” “Okay.” All through the night, Damian sat on a short stool and watched as Valeria was struggling in her sleep. Sometimes, he’d have to put her blankets back on her because she’d kick them off. And, every now and then, she’d let out a scream, which would frighten him to the marrow. She didn’t wake up at all, though, until morning.
Every afternoon, Damian visited Valeria. Sometimes, he’d bring Cathleen with him. Cathleen was very good at taking care of anyone who was sick. Sometimes, when Cathleen was around, Valeria almost seemed completely back to health.
One night, Damian was sitting on the stool by Valeria’s bedside, knitting a hankie (he’d learned how to by a girl at school), when she suddenly woke up. “Light the candle, please, Damian,” she said. He lit the candle that was on the night-table. “This has been the best night I’ve ever had in a long while,” she said. “You’ve been asleep for less than an hour,” Damian replied. “I wouldn’t count that as a wonderful night.” “I’ve had the most pleasant dream imaginable, though,” Valeria told him. “You must hear about it. In this dream, I saw the other world, the land of the Goddess. Everything was… so peaceful. There were trees and hills and grass. It was all completely natural, like how everything isn’t in this nasty city. It was the most beautiful place there ever was. I… want to go there.” “Valeria…” “It’s my time, Damian. I just know it’s my time.” “But Valeria, you can’t...” “I can’t, but I have to. This is my new vocation, which is why I am so happy. For the first time in my life, I have seen something so morbid as something so glorious and perfect. I view death as being apart of a divine plan.” “Valeria, please! Don’t…” Valeria blew out the candle. She closed her eyes, and sighed contentedly. She saw a vision! She saw a door, which she went through. On the other side of the door was a world, an extraordinarily different world. And, in that world, was what she had always known to be the Goddess. And, the Goddess was different from everything she had expected.
Poor Damian was left on the other side of the door, in the world of those whose bodies are still alive. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he felt Valeria’s hand, which was now cold and lifeless.
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Post by meagab15 on Jun 26, 2012 17:16:18 GMT -5
wow damian grew up very fast lol
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Post by celticbear on Jun 26, 2012 20:35:52 GMT -5
How sad! Poor Damian! I know he will miss Val terribly! But I'm also happy that Val faced death and her destiny with no fear and with no regrets!
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Post by pattydear on Jul 3, 2012 17:15:21 GMT -5
(I got kind of bored with this story, so I decided that this would be the end to it. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope to start writing another story soon. ) That spring, Damian received his confirmation into the Church. By now, he had learned to believe, and he had learned to have trust in a Being whom he had never before seen. Also that spring, shortly after Damian’s confirmation, Keith got engaged to a pretty girl named Treena. They were to get married in June (though, in truth, they let it off till July, due to little complications here and there in the wedding planning). The wedding was beautiful, white one. Cheap, but elegant just the same. After the bride and groom waltzed away to go on their honeymoon, Damian decided to go outside of the church for a breath of fresh air. He went out into the cemetery right by the church. He breathed in deeply and gazed at the lovely blue sky. “Hello, Damian,” he heard a voice say. “Hi, Cathleen,” Damian replied. “I saw the happy couple,” Cathleen said. “If only… my life could be like that. I mean, I’m not talking about the marriage stuff. I have plenty of life left for that. I’m just talking about being romantic now and then while I’m still this ripe age.” “Why can’t you be?” Damian asked. “Because,” Cathleen replied, “the boy who I like might not feel the same way for me anymore. It doesn’t matter, I guess. I really should wait till I’m older.” “Who’s the boy you like?” “You.” “Me? Really, Cathleen? You like me? Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?” Silence. Cathleen walked towards Damian. She grabbed both of his hands, leaned forward, and kissed him on the mouth. Damian blushed. He was quiet for a bit, then he started to stutter. After that, he smiled. “Oh, Cathleen,” he said. “Let’s do that again!” Cathleen smiled and kissed him again. Just then, George walked out of the church. He stared at the two of them. He then quietly crept back into the church. Some years or so later, foreigners were being sent out of the country, due to “war time precautions”. “I’m not leaving this country,” Cathleen said. “Let’s run off.” “But Cathleen,” Damian said, “what if we’re caught?” “Who cares?” Cathleen replied. “This is a land of opportunity- we have the opportunity to find a life someplace else in this large nation. Let’s take chances.” They quickly paid a visit to George’s grave-site. They then said their goodbyes to Zara and Paul and Deirdre, who had decided to be sent back to Ireland. They then got Emmet to pack his belongings. “Come, honorary big brother,” Damian said. “Wanna see the rest of the U.S. of A.?” “Oh, most definitely!” Emmet replied. “I’d love to! Let’s go to the Ozarks, or N’Orleans, or that Mormon place of Salty Lakes. Wherever.” Damian, Cathleen, and Emmet left New York City in the middle of the night. They ran off into the countryside. They ran off to wherever they could. They traveled far distances across the country, to beautiful places and to nasty places, to friendly places and to unaccepting places, from New York all the way to California, from Montana to southerly Texas. “Cathleen,” the old man in his bed said, “could I have a drink of water?” “Okay, Damian,” the old woman replied. “I’ll go get one for you. How is your head?” “It’s feeling better.” The old man, Damian, sat up as the old woman, Cathleen, poured the water into his mouth. “Thanks, dear,” Damian said. “I don’t need anything else.” Damian closed his eyes contentedly. He fell asleep. When he woke up, he found himself in a country full of rolling, green hills. There was the bluest sky imaginable, and there was a river full of the clearest water imaginable. There was a street made of clear, solid gold. At the end of the street were the walls which surrounded a holy city, a city of radiance and light, with a palace right in the middle. Damian walked down the golden street. He finally reached the gates of the city. He knocked on the little door that was in the side of the gates. The little door was opened by… “Daniel!” Damian said. he gave Daniel a big hug. “Hi, Damian,” Daniel said. “Come in! This city is open for every child of God to live in.” Damian walked through the door of the gate. He saw George. He saw Paul. He saw Zara and Deirdre and Keith and Keith’s wife Treena (the happy couple had died of simple old age, very happily) and Emmet. Best of all, though, he saw his mother. “I love you, Mummy,” Damian said, hugging his mother. “I love you, too, Damian,” his mother replied. Sometime later, Cathleen entered into the city. “Come on, Damian!” she said. “Let’s cause trouble!” What wonderful trouble they caused. They caused it for the rest of eternity. Finis
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Post by celticbear on Jul 3, 2012 18:11:51 GMT -5
Patty! Thank you so much for letting me have Keith! I always knew Damian and Cat would get together! Love that every body had a long happy life and were reunited in Heaven!
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