Rainy Day Short Stories

Snow Fall

Yay my second short story! :D I'd say to vote and comment but it wont make a difference on whether you will or wont xD

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Have you ever stood outside on a cold winter day and watched the snow fall? Have you ever just stood there and watched, letting everything else fall away? In all honesty very few of you could. We spend too much of our precious time in this world focused inward... Focused on ourselves. We never stop to just sit... And listen. We never focus on real life, preferring instead to text back and forth because it is much easier to type something and hit send than it is to actually say it to their face.

If you HAVE ever stopped to listen, if you HAVE ever watched the snow fall... You will have noticed something. The snow doesn't make any noise. Not only that, but when the snow begins to fall the whole world seems to go silent as if the snow itself sucks all of the noise out.

Once upon a time, long, long ago at the very dawn of time, the very darkest of all demons fell from the heavens and onto this earth. The minute it landed here it poisoned the ground. It poisoned the waters and the air and the snow and the green and it poisoned the heart of all man.

 While this demon may have been the very darkest of demons it was not the only one to fall. Angels who once clung to light followed it, becoming themselves monsters of the night... And influencing the hearts of God's creation.

The very sons and daughters of God turned away from him preferring instead their own selfishness and the night... But some of them understood their folly. Some of them cried out to God praying for a savior and hoping for forgiveness of the sin they let their hearts succumb to.

Now even though Man had turned away from him, even though they had betrayed him, even though they had shrouded themselves in the darkness, God still loved them. He loved them enough to send them a savior...

                Even if that savior was his very own son. Even if that son would have to be nailed to a cross and killed in the most painful and gruesome way possible.

                And so he did.

                God sent his very own son to die for the human race and give us a second chance to come back to heaven without a single catch. His love for us was so great.

                In doing so, God gave us a choice.

 We can either continue to sin and fester in our on disease, therefore living an easy life and being so called "normal"... Or we can accept the love of our own father, and of our own God, and accept the fact that normal really isn't an option.

                This is the story I have here for you today. The legend of all war and anger and pain.

 But here's the thing....

It's no legend.