The streets of gold. The mansions in the sky. The happiness. The right of the world. Heaven. A safe haven. A sacred place. A place where Christians go after death. God. The leader and all powerful of the Christian world.
Beatrice Clove died. She was a Christian. She was 13. She believed in God, Jesus, the lord Heavenly Father, the Holy Spirit, she was the Christian role model. She never broke a Commandment, she said her prayers every night, and she dreamed of becoming a missionary, travel the world telling others of God.
One night, she and her family were asleep, and the house turned red and orange. It was hot. There where no survivors. Five lives ended that night. Maybe it was so God could save is one pure follower from a great disaster. Maybe dying is supposed to be a bad thing, but Beatrice saw it as a gift.
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The Streets of Gold
Short StoryIt burns. It hurts. It makes me want to scream. Forever is taking a while to end. So this what it's like to die, I thought it would be painless. I'm unable to focus on anything but the pain. I can't see, I can't hear, I can't smell, I can't taste. I...
