Anthony Bieler
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Take a glimpse into my mind, and I'll take you to a world you've never seen before
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Peaceful Dreams
“There’s nothing more we can do,” I heard them say. I could feel my eyes closing with an instance of a doctor’s tender touch. The longevity in the beep of a monitor next to me indicated that I was no longer immortal, and yet, I couldn’t have felt more alive. I had waited for this moment since the day He took her from me. The doctors were unaware of the unexplainable phenomenon that was emulating throughout my frail body, like a flash of lightening in the awakening of a storm just before the calm. I could finally see my world clearly in all of its beauty. Her eyes were the swift oceans and her lips, the parting mountains to a heart and soul more elegant than the nimbuses above. Heaven is a place on Earth, for I could not have soared any higher.
By Anthony Bieler3 years ago in Fiction
A Life for a Life
My wife was in the hospital bed right next to me. I had gone away to war, expected to die, and she was to come home with a new bundle of life. Except, the opposite had happened. Most babies cry when they come out of the womb. But Avery had taken all of the tears away from our son’s short-lived journey into this world of pain and suffering. Maybe life wasn’t all that golden as it was made to be. Maybe He was nothing more than a dictator. I would have done anything to go back to the battlefield.
By Anthony Bieler3 years ago in Fiction
Just Like Grandma Used to Make
The warm breeze massaged every follicle of hair on my arm as it slowly nudged its way through the raggedy, old curtains wrapped around the agape window. I sat there at the breakfast nook in silence, tucking the tattered, sun-bleached tablecloth in front of my knees as it gently floated up with every inhale and exhale of the house’s mortal breaths. I flicked the cotton fibers back and forth of a small tear under the lilac-colored placemat—weathered from years worth of meals and conversations we had had in that kitchen—as if I was too reluctant now to even want to make eye contact with the giant twelve on the wall overhead.
By Anthony Bieler4 years ago in Fiction
