My mother was an athiest. She was the type of person who spoke for herself
and only herself. Nobody would make decisions for her or influence them at all.
When I was young, my father decided to switch from being a Catholic to an
atheist. The only thing that influenced his desision was her, from threatening to
divorce and leave him, to clarifying that she would sue his family business.
That meant I would become one too.
The both of them made an unstoppable team built up on the idea of intolerance and lies.
According to atheism, god was nothing but a fake wanna be. We were
disbelivers of something we originally didnt even believe in. We were an outcast
in society. We were nothing. To us, death was the end of existence. There was no afterlife.
It all hit me the moment I returneed home to heaven. The pictures, the lying,
everything. My mother used to take pictures of the atheism symol, and she
would frame them and hang them above the fireplace mantel.
It was like World War II all over again.
Exept Hitler was not the thing stopping us. Our beliefs were.
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Once Upon A Time, I Died.(#Wattys2015)
Short StoryNever trust anyone. Those are words to live by. Fifteen year old Renee doesn't necessarily agree with that statement. When Renee was young, her brother died of a "car accident", or at least that was what she was told by her parents. Take a peek ins...
