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Daily Prompt: Congregate

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The Congregation remained still, some were shaking and others had silent tears of fear streaming down their face. They watched as the man walked up to the body of their preacher that he just shot down and searched his pockets. There were others with him, all looking like they had come off the streets but were armed like a military.

In the back of the room a baby cried, not a little baby, but a toddler scared because she had never seen or felt the emotions in a room of people who were usually filled with joy. Her parents tried hushing her with a pacifier and cradling in her arms, but eventually one of the armed men came for her. They snatched the baby out of their arms and walked out the congregation.

The mother listened for signs of harm to her baby, but could hear nothing, not even her cries. This kept all still, because if they could rip a crying baby from her mothers arms, there was no telling what they could do.

“You all do not know who we are, do you?” The man up front yelled in the large congregation. He turned thinking no one heard him and grabbed the microphone off the pulpit and tapped it for sound. He looked up around the hundreds of people staring at him in silence. “We are the people that you rich bastards walk over as you enter in a church of God and deliver millions. We watched as this man,” he pointed at with his gun, “looked at us in disgust. You ‘God Fearing’ folk never thought to pass food out the door to us in need. Well, now we decided we have had enough. That gun drive you had, we got hold of a few and purchased enough bullets for each one of you in here.” He waived his gun around to the podiums where people dogged to be the home of the next bullet.

“Sir, can I talk to you,” a brave teenager wide eyed started walking up to the man with the gun. His parents cried out and begged for him to come back.

“Stop walking,” the man pointed the gun at him and looked at him a little deeper. Then lowered his gun. “I remember you.” He looked around at the other gunmen who nodded their head in agreement. “You are one of the few people who ever helped me. I didn’t mean to point a gun at you, I am so sorry.”

“Can I ask you, what you plan on getting from this? You have a whole church stuck in here surrounded by you who are all hungry. You have killed our pastor, our teacher of love and light, I know that he was not perfect and I believe that all things happen for a reason, but I ask, what do you plan to get from this minus a prison sentence?”

The shooter looked down and around at the people waiting for his response. He held his head slightly to the side, like he had thought this out. “I would rather go to prison that to be where I have been. People like this man who gets rich off of your beliefs never understand the opportunities that he could give to those like us that line your walkways. There are people outside who are dying everyday and the police officers won’t take us to jail unless we commit a crime. Yet, no one does anything to help us. Many of us were just like you, bill paying, tax paying citizens who either lost their job or fell on bad times. But we are looked at as drug addicts or disease ridden. If it took for me to kill the man you are looking up to who is nothing like God, so be it. For you will all think differently after today.”

The ones who came in with him all sat at the pew and watched as some rushed out the doors, others called 911 and the rest sat where they stood and stared at the men who said a mouthful. They remembered walking past them and not giving even a smile. The police rushed in and grabbed those and a coroner came for the pastor, and those still seated were eventually ushered out.

The next Saturday, the day before church reopened, there was a long line of homeless people standing out the door, there was a clothing drive, where members of the church gave clothing to those who had none. They opened the doors to the kitchen and served meals that they were preparing to serve to those who had homes to go to, and they opened up the back offices and provided beds for as many as could stay.

We all congregate to speak out against injustices, but how many do anything? Why do we wait until the worst has happened before we realize that there needs to be change?

Food for thought!

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Daily Prompt: Courage

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This word means so many things to some, the strength to walk up to your crush, the power to admit your feelings to another, the will to stand up to a bully, and the means to admit when you need help.

Screenshot 2018-02-17 11.35.11But the courage I am talking about today, is the courage to stand up for what you believe in. Many politicians and people in public eye, including Tomi Lahren, are defending the right to have guns and even have military issued assault automatic weapons just because you want one. The courage it took for some of those teachers and students to give their lives for others. The courage it took to hide in closets for hours while waiting to find out if it was safe to come out. To be quiet while a killer lurked for more victims.

Screenshot 2018-02-17 11.32.09But it didn’t end there, many of the teens from Stoneman Douglas High School are not letting their friends and teachers die in vain. They are standing up against those defending gun rights. On social media they are standing up to Tomi, who’s comments are already controversial. And I stand with them in their courage. Prayers and love will not stop the gun violence in our country. We need stricter gun laws, tougher consequences and the means to help these people before it gets to this.

The FBI was warned about this kid (he is only 19, he is still a kid), months before this happened, but as many in the congressional field would say, he didn’t do anything yet, so what could they do? Plenty. There are 17 people who are no longer here on this world because they were waiting on him to do something, and now he is pleading guilty to avoid the death penalty. That is the only thing I agree with. He shouldn’t be able to just die, he should have to live with what he did. Everyday. He should be surrounded by the faces of those he murdered. Hear stories of them, read only books that are about their lives. He should have to face the reality of what he did EVERYDAY!

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The survivors will forever be scarred. They were at school, a place they should’ve been safe, and was tortured. Not only did they have to hear the screams and bullets flying, but they had to step over bodies lining the halls as they left out the building. Courage is going back into that building, courage is finishing life after experiencing a traumatic encounter.


Courage is voting those who have the NRA in their back pocket out of office. I don’t think that gun violence is taken serious. I do have to ask though, the NRA is stepping up to defend gun rights on this, but where were they when Philando Castile was murdered for being a registered gun owner? Hmm… makes you think huh?

Screenshot 2018-02-17 11.42.03There has been 18 school shootings, oh wait, today 19, because the next day there was another shooting at a college in Washington State. Its only February! There is a problem. We need to protect our children and stop protecting guns. We need to find away first to get the illegal guns off the streets, make a thorough check before someone is allowed to purchase a gun, and police and FBI need to start taking threats seriously. They make you go to a class if you have a DUI, or if you have a drinking problem, they have rehabs for that. They need to have something of the kind for possible shooters, to redirect them and find out whats really going on with them. Lets stop waiting for them to do something and have the courage to stop them before this happens again.

Daily Prompt: Insist

She listened as she heard the whispers on her voicemail. She couldn’t make out all the voices, but she did make out the voice of her lover, he was with someone else. She couldn’t make out the words but she heard the flirtatious giggles and moans of sex. He was cheating on her and her voicemail recorded it. His phone must’ve been in his pocket.

By now he must have known she heard it, because he was no where in sight. Normally home before too late, it was morning and he had let the sun beat him home. She put the phone down after the twentieth time of listening to it and began to do her normal stress routine. She cleaned. She cleaned until the floor glistened and the walls looked freshly painted.

Then, she heard the keys. He was home. She stood in the kitchen by the island waiting on him to come look for her, for him to spill his lies at her feet to pick apart, for her to walk away. She could his footsteps approach her but she was frozen in place. She wanted to look busy, but her body was defying her and waiting for him patiently.

“Hi honey, sorry I’m just getting home, I was out late with the guys and got too drunk to drive home.” Silence, her throat was stuck on the first part of the lie. “We got so drunk and laughed so hard, I couldn’t help but pass out on his couch. I can’t seem to find my phone though, it had to have fallen out somewhere while we were driving around.” She still stayed quiet since he insist on lying.

He looked at her to see if she was buying his words, she pulled out her phone, clicked it open and opened the shared find me app, and pulled up his phones whereabouts. She sat her phone on the counter so he could see and walked to the bedroom and came out with suitcases. Sat them by his feet.

If he is to cheat, he is to leave. Her mother always told her to remember that. She was financially stable and since he insist she put the house in her name, then there was no more conversation to be had. She pulled her key off his ring and opened the door, ignoring his failed attempt to drop a tear. She was finally done.

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