Minumalum Prayers

Minumalum Prayers

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NDE in children has a new contribution that they can choose to pursue. With a price. Those who have witnessed the pearly gates of Heaven can have a choice to report their findings by answering a genuine prayer monthly per person. The price for this gift being a sixty percent increased chance of death. A chance many children refuse. The gloomy purple shown in the eyes of the child agent of God after a prayer representing 'no', the glorious orange meaning 'in due time' and the refreshingly sweet 'pink' showing yes. For more accurate evidence for all to see, God's heavenly cloudy milk white fruit have been sent down in a clear white crate of thirty with an answer to be shown in each apple after the NDE child agent's prayer with the client. When these prophecies become larger than life, can our child agent withstand the riots that arose from a gloomily purple 'no' to their prayer for war, peace or fortune? Witness Ambassadors, Dictators, Celebrities, Presidents and Armies chase after a child when their prayer is not answered. Can our preteen agent survive mobs and wars coming after her, along with a sixty percent increased chance of death? An idea inspired by thinking and imagining if white apples existed, and how it would be cool if one of my favorite colors, pink, were inside. Also inspired by, "Heaven is For Real" movie trailers and interviews on youtube, and decided to piece these ideas in together, along with turning it into a journey. Also, to see how dramatic it would be if higher positions were told 'no' by a legit answer to their prayer from Heaven, and how violently they --or the world-- would react.
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Long ago, way before our time. A weary traveler left home to find new land for his family to thrive off of. Drought engulfed almost all of Elysium, called The Great Heat. The man traveled far and wide just to find a sign of life anywhere. It took him days and several hundred miles to find anything worth nourishment and care. He braved sand storms and blistering heat, his throat was dry and his feet could hardly carry him any farther. He collapsed onto the ground, his hands burning under the heat of the crackled ground. His vision blurred and mirages played with his suffering senses. His mind projected a tree into his line of vision, withering away but it's branches holding a single fruit. Besides his beliefs of it being a figment of his imagination, he crawled his way to it, bringing himself under the weak shade that it provided. He looked at the glistening purple fruit, what was it? He reached up to grab it, expecting it to fall through the image projected before him. His fingers wrapped around the fruit and he picked it from the branch. It was real! The fruit was real. He eagerly bit into the fruit and its juices trickled down his chin. He sat back and relaxed as the food nourished his body, he drank of its juices and picked out its many seeds, collecting them. He dug a deep hole until he felt moisture in the soil, planting the seeds into the ground. As it grew over time, the man used the old tree to build his home around the new one, tending to it religiously until it beared fruit. He brought his family and they lived there, planting trees and passing on the seeds for other places to spring life. Within five years the drought was over, Elysium was breathing again."

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