the three thrones
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Christian always felt like the world was tilted against him. Not broken-just... off. Like the rules were written in invisible ink, and everyone else got the decoder but him.
Bills stacked like tombstones on the counter. $700 for rent due in two days, and the account blinking red like a warning light in a cockpit. His wife tried to hide her stress behind sharp sighs and tighter hugs, but every "It's fine" carried an edge that could cut bone.
He wasn't a bad man. At least, he didn't think so. But some days, "not bad" felt a mile from good.
Like tonight.
The thermostat glowed an accusing 75 when it should've been 72. The living room was a battlefield of blankets and crumbs. And the TV remote? Missing in action. His wife's voice earlier had cracked like a whip:
"Why is this so hard for you? Just try, Christian!"
He promised. Again. And the promise felt thin as smoke in his mouth.
So he sat now, alone, scrolling in the dead hush of midnight. Clicking through forums-faith debates, conspiracy threads, ancient texts that smelled of dust and despair even through a screen.
Are angels real?
Are demons?
Is God watching, or is He just a bedtime story for broken kids?
His eyes burned. His chest felt hollow. And somewhere deep, the question that had haunted him since boyhood clawed back to the surface:
"Is there something more... or is this all there is?"
He whispered it into the dark, a prayer or a curse-he didn't know which.
Sleep took him like a thief.
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.
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