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Corinne Smelker
Heaven Bound
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HeavenWhen Bows Bend
By Corinne Smelker

Lovelorn: And tonight on our show, I would like you to welcome our very special guest, all the way from Ame Terra, the one, the only, the forever ageless, Cupid!

Cupid: Why thank you, thank you so much and let me tell you what an honor it is to be here tonight Lovelorn. I see so many faces I recognize out in the viewing audience — why there’s Jeff and Shirley. Hey, Jeff — sorry about the arrow in the … well, you know where. Feeling better? Good, good. Nice to see you too, Dave and Samantha, do we hear the pitter-patter of tiny, little feet yet? Really, oh that’s great – congratulations!

Lovelorn: Ahem. Cupid…

Cupid: I am so sorry. How are you Lovelorn? Seen any likely chaps you’d like me to shoot with my magic arrow?

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Desert Found Faith – Part 4 – The Conclusion
By Tammie Chang

(If you have missed the first two installments of this gripping true life story, you can find them here – Part One, Part Two, and Part Three)

"Allah u Akbar, Allah u Akbar," Allah is great, Allah is great," the muezzin’s harmonious voice echoed throughout the border of Egypt and Libya. This was the last and final call to prayer of the day. In view of the situation, I couldn’t help but wonder if this would be the last time I heard the Islamic call to prayer, either by deliverance or death.

There were several spotlights that illuminated parts of the desert. I watched in fascination as numerous Bedouins and guards begun to face Mecca and pray.

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HeavenA Reckoning/Painted in Blood
By DeAnna Brooks

Part One – A Reckoning

Dark foreboding clouds roiled overhead, filling the sky rapidly with a heaviness that invaded the soul of the man fixated upon their gathering force. Marcus remained unable to shake the events of the day, and now as he stood overlooking the sea of faces before him, again they played through his mind. Each word. Each sound. Each expression.

As a centurion of Rome for more than a decade, Marcus witnessed in many guises the cruelty called life. Events in Pilate’s courtyard today, however, had shown a blackness of humanity that he had never confronted before. Try as he might, Marcus could not shake the images. Unspeakable Evil ... Hatred ... had taken on a cruel, twisted, bodily form ... as an entire people became a single life ... a single voice. A voice dripping death ... undaunted by ... no, demanding ... its cruelest form.

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