My daughter gave me these words plucked from a song to write a story on.
“Now with heavens help you cast your demons out. And not to pull your halo down around your neck and tug you to the ground but I’m more then just a little curious on how you’re planning on making your amends to the dead.”
A short story challenge we had going on with one another tossing themes at each other and writing on them. So this is what evolved.

AMENDS
by Deanne

“Now with heavens help you cast your demons out. And not to pull your halo down around your neck and tug you to the ground but I’m more then just a little curious on how you’re planning on making your amends to the dead.” Jordan said spraying me with his tears as he shook my lifeless body. All I could do is stand above him with one hand upon his shoulder and watch. My body was useless to me now and…hey! I thought I would have wings, a halo and where is the bright light at the end of the tunnel. I lifted my hand from Jordan’s shoulder and began shouting at the sky above me. “Hello Up There” “Can anyone here me…. I am dead, ant I suppose to be going somewhere? Still no one answered.
I began running fast as I could as if I where trying to catch the sun before it sunk in it’s silence behind the horizon taking the day, the past moments with it and only to awaken in the present day, futures tomorrow. When I found myself in the middle of the street being ran over again, an again and again. Well not really ran over the cars and people drove right on through me it really was freaky.
Then I found myself flying into the bodies of all those I have done wrong or hurt in the past and I felt there sorrows there pains I inflicted upon them. “Screaming at the top of my lungs this has got too stop…. Please! I cried as I fell to my knees and spread my arms into the ground bowing my head and crying profusely. When I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice above me saying, “Son are you okay, can I help?” I brought my body up enough where I was sitting on my knees and rolled my head slowly upward to where the man above me stood.
Choking back my tears I reached out to shake his hand and said “My name is Jordan” And the man returned with a smile and said “Yes I know, you are me…a part I lost long ago an with heavens help you cast your demons out and made a amends to the dead, all the pieces inside of you that have died.” Now rise and allow us to merge back into one, restoring the soul. So it is when our time of dying does come we shall walk as one into the open arms of heavens bright light.

"ON GOING STORY PART ONE"


Rites Of Passage

Rushing feverishly through the streets, filling with a gathering of people, I pushed my way towards the front of the crowd to see what all the commotion was about. My heart was racing knowing intuitively I was not prepared to endure the horror I would be shown.
Their but a few hundred yards away, the counsel was wrestling with a young fair maiden, struggling to tie her head to an old tree stump. Silences fell around and all turned their eyes towards me as to no longer notice to where her head had landed and death consuming her quivering body. I screamed in total anguish as my head fell hitting the back of one of the students sitting in front of me, snapping me back to reality.
I sat up quietly only to notice everyone staring at me with horror instilled on their face. Even worse the deity the head teacher was walking towards me Man I done it this time, I thought. I had fallen asleep again in mediation breaking the silences that filled the monastery of approximate 200 students and scaring the living daylights out of them all.
The deity stood there looking down upon me as he spoke” Not only have you broken the rules, but you still have not learned how to meditate with out falling asleep, nor control your dreams there after. I am having trouble understanding why you have failed to embrace your previous life where you lived here amongst these walls as our great Dalai Lama, There for I will have you taken to the abandoned monastery and you will remain there till you have accepted the gifts and memory of the Great Dalai Lama”. He motioned to several monks 5 to be exact bringing them to their feet as he spoke “Take him to the old abandoned monastery and leave him there” I rose to my feet in utter fear trying to hide it as the monks grabbed my arms and lead me away.
It seemed as we traveled into the land of nowhere as darkness began to fall. I too was so very tired and my heart was heavy with sorrow. As if it wanted to cry aloud, so it is I could be heard, my heart sounded as if it where in the mist of a great thunderstorm and the lightning piercing my soul beckoning the rain. A rain I feared to produce in front of these men.

TO BE CONTINUED