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It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

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I was with a group of friends. We were in a rustic world. The world was of superstition, rogues, and canvas clothes, dirt ‘roads, donkeys and mules that carried goods, and roman soldiers. We were dirty and dusty and talking and mingling when we saw the sentries carting these enormous carts that resembled hay carts only bigger. They were covered in coarse dirty canvas and bound with ropes. We were undoubtedly curios so we followed them for a distance before turning into an abandoned side street where we notice d a huge wooden garden gate that towered about three times as tall as any grown man. It was locked and it seemed like there was a piece of the city hidden behind it and we could find no other entrance nor remember ever having seen this peculiarity once in our lives before. Being the hotheaded adventure seekers we were, we scaled the gate and landed behind it. All we saw was more stucco walls that we assumed was housing and a long open dirty road without any vendors or stalls or donkeys. The only thing we saw in the distance was the form of what appeared to be a misshapen babe. We decided to walk around and try to find the people that lived there but happened upon the babe sooner than we expected. Much to our surprise the sitting babe was nearly as tall as we were and it’s dancing sister who would normally look no older than two or three years loomed a few feet above us. We stared with our mouths agape as we tried to comprehend what we saw. Then we heard it. Rumbling footsteps that undoubtedly belonged to the parent of these abnormal children. Not wanting to meet whatever conceived such anomalies we darted for the gate but found it nearly impossible to scale. We alsotried squeezing through the nonexistent gaps in the slating and near the ground while we cursed ourselves for our rash stupidity. The creature that rounded the corner was huge. But considering that we were all too busy dodging its blows and scrambling to find our way out we had no idea what gender it may have been and whether or not it appeared human. I am still unable to describe how we managed to escape the nether side of the wooden garden gate, but thankfully we did. I do remember watching the solders finish unloading these gigantic canvas wrapped burdens from the huge carts. Donning dirty, abandoned doctors robes my friends and I approached the sentries with an air of confidence. One sentry led us over to the hills that he promptly ordered to be be uncovered for us only ( I may not have mentioned but this huge square was devoid of all but the solders and ourselves). They cut the ropes and the canvas falls and there are several Giant’s carcasses. Some of their bodies look mutilated, burned, and others are just bloody. My friends and I gather our bearings and try to look as professional as possible as we study the bodies. We then walk over to the most mutilated and damaged carcass in order to more closely observes how they killed these creatures (our experience form earlier that day still fresh in our minds.) The solder then asks for my opinion on the body and I scramble mentally for a response as I quickly survey the corpse. I then notice something odd about a bone in the back of the Giant’s hand and I pull it out gently. On a random impulse, I slde the bone into my own hand. Suddenly the carcass becomes animate as it mirrors my movements. I then wake up. What did this mean?

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Me and a group of friends were going to Bible Study. When we entered the house, everything was purple. We sat down and did the lesson but soon got bored. So, we got on our bicycles and rode to my house. This one girl kept complaining about everything, so me and my friend Brandon got back on our bikes and rode around. We rode into this building and inside was a Mexican cult. They were stricken with disease and there were dead bodies everywhere. Since we were outsiders, they made us put one of the dead people in a pile. In the middle of the room there was a ditch where the bodies were piled. We went to move the man but the mat he was laying on had slipped out from under him. I was trying to pick him up using the mat (Cuz I didn't wanna touch a dead body) but I couldn't do it. So Brandon just picked it up for me and carried it to the pile. They were so impressed by what he did that they sent us over to the corner to color with children. I was translating for Brandon because he didn't know Spanish. But then all of a sudden he starts saying the sinners prayer with the little girl he was coloring with in fluent Spanish. The little girl got saved and I was so excited. Her mother was approaching and I wanted Brandon to witness to her and all the other children with me but he refused. He was satisfied with saving the one girl and wouldn't budge.

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Me and a group of friends were going to Bible Study. When we entered the house, everything was purple. We sat down and did the lesson but soon got bored. So, we got on our bicycles and rode to my house. This one girl kept complaining about everything, so me and my friend Brandon got back on our backs and rode around. We rode into this building and inside was a Mexican cult. They were stricken with disease and there were dead bodies everywhere. Since we were outsiders, they made us put one of the dead people in a pile. In the middle of the room there was a ditch where the bodies were piled. We went to move the man but the mat he was laying on had slipped out from under him. I was trying to pick him up using the mat (Cuz I didn't wanna touch a dead body) but I couldn't do it. So Brandon just picked it up for me and carried it to the pile. They were so impressed by what he did that they sent us over to the corner to color with children. I was translating for Brandon because he didn't know Spanish. But then all of a sudden he starts saying the sinners prayer with the little girl he was coloring with in fluent Spanish. The little girl got saved and I was so excited. Her mother was approaching and I wanted Brandon to witness to her and all the other children with me but he refused. He was satisfied with saving the one girl and wouldn't budge.

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