CWWC #7 + AAWC #8: Salvation

Hello, everyone! πŸ™‚ How are you doing? How was your weekend? Tell me in the comments! πŸ˜€

Okay! Time for my CWWC +AAWC story!

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My fingers hurt. xD

Misty, I used the prompt word, “Invisible.”

This story is somewhat of an allegory. πŸ™‚ Enjoy!

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Not all haunted places are houses.

I, for one, have a haunted soul.

When I was young, I was happy. I had a Father whose love was all I desired. He kept me close by his side, always leading me with a warm and gentle hand.

I should never have left Him. I should have realized how loved I truly was.

Yet I was foolish.

As I grew older, I wanted more than His love. I wanted the riches of the world. I wanted human compassion.

So I left Him.

I wandered blindly off into the world. At first, I thought I was happy. I had money. I had friends. But as the glamour of these earthly treasures faded, I realized the truth.

The world wasn’t safe.

I had strayed past the border. I thought I knew what was beyond my Father’s love. I thought that earthly treasures would sustain my desires. I thought I would be loved.

I was wrong.

This place had no love, no compassion. The world relentlessly mocked me, taunting me as I struggled to escape from the stinging insults.

There was nobody who really cared about me. No one to replace my Father. Suddenly I longed for nothing more than to return to the man who was not of this earth. The man who truly loved me.

But when I returned, He was gone.

I was alone.

Alone.

Alone.

Alone.

The word echoes in my head like a haunting whisper. I close my eyes and try to block out the blows, but they force past my barriers, making me gasp with pain at the feeling of a million invisible shards of glass sinking into my soul.

I shield my face with my hands and sink lower into the muddy soil, tears soaking my ragged gown.

“Help me, Father.”

My voice is thin and hoarse as I repeat the plea. The words echo in the silent forest until they fade into nothing.

My heart feels cold and empty without my Father’s love. He was so comforting, so kind. I remember with a bitter sob the way He used to take my hand and guide me, making sure I didn’t fall.

I dig my fingers into the thick black mud as I hate myself for leaving Him.

Suddenly, I hear something.

A faint whisper in my mind. A weak, tiny spark of life.

I’m here.

A hoarse gasp escapes my lips as I struggle to lift myself from the muddy ground where I have lainΒ for so long. I rise shakily to my feet, my dirty hands trembling as I light the dusty glass lantern I haven’t used for years.

The flame ignites with a hiss. I clutch the tin handle in my hand and close my eyes, listening.

Come.

The voice is barely audible, yet it gives me strength I didn’t know I had. My feet skim over the ground as I follow the whispers. The muddy remains of my gown cling to my legs, making me stumble.

IΒ scan the forest, searching for any sign of light. Of hope. Of love.

Finally, my aching eyes spot a narrow opening in the trees. Β As I race closer, I realize that a thin beam of light is dancing over the ground ahead of me.

Come closer, it whispers.

I reach towards it, but it leaps out of my reach.

β€œWho are you?” I whisper.

The light startsΒ to grow, twisting and spinning as it shines.

You know who I am.

The light begins to take shape. I step closer, my heart pounding.

β€œFather?”

The shining man opens his arms, a smile filled with inexplicable love and compassion on his face.

My daughter.

I leap forward and embrace him, muddy tears sliding down my cheeks. He strokes my tangled hair, his hands just as warm and gentle as they were so many years ago. Joy and peace overwhelms me.

I am home.

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*long, happy sigh*

I was determined to write something with a happy ending this time, despite the fact that most of the prompts were sad. πŸ™‚

Adios, amigos! πŸ˜›

Clara (2)

I REALLY need to take pictures for The Smallones! I need some good motivation.

WANTED: MOTIVATION.

XD

25 thoughts on “CWWC #7 + AAWC #8: Salvation

  1. That was amazing, Clara! Very well-written! I loved the allegory part. πŸ™‚ Wondermous job! πŸ˜€ Hmm… my weekend was pretty good I think. When people ask me that, I always forget. XD

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  2. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! πŸ˜€ I have to go do dog chores while the generator for the well is running! πŸ˜€ We can’t have water, cause the power line is in the river, so We’re using the generator! πŸ˜€ Byye!!!

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