If there’s one thing I don’t quite understand about this life, is why must it be this way? I mean, we have to deal with some things in life and we cannot easily allow them to be what they want to be, at least I don’t think that’s how it works. If it did? Then everything would be fine, we could continue on about whatever we wanted to do and there would be no harm or foul. That’s the problem with this life though. Nothing ever fully makes sense at times and we are left holding the problem end of the cord. There are times when life will come clean with us, we don’t always get that kind of protection mind you. So what do we end up doing? Do we want to keep thinking and going on about whatever there is to go on about? I’m not sure that’s a safe course of action. Hell, what is safe anymore? I do not know. What I do know is life will continue to be the way it’s meant to be. There’s no stopping it. No matter what happens in this life, we will always be stuck with whatever we’re meant to be st...
George didn't see the car coming until it was too late. Bam it hit him at forty miles an hour. He died instantly. Looking around, George waited for the heavenly gates to appear. When none did so he gathered he was going to the other place. It wasn't a peaceful thought to be having. That's when an angel appeared before him. "George is it?" The angel asked. She was wearing all red with horns and a pitchfork. George gathered she had a tail as well. But didn't dare ask what was under the black cape. George frowned, had he really gone to the afterlife to be part of the Devil's gang? Is that all his hard work led him to? He wasn't sure he wanted to be part of that. But if that was the deal, then that was the deal. Looking back to the angel, he nodded. "Yes my name is George, who might you be?" The angel smiled at George. He would do just fine. She decided. There wasn't anything else she wanted out of life, for there was nothing more that sh...