As to the varieties of religious experience, I have surmised that the sickness is a healing crisis, but that the man who emerges from the ordeal is still the same man, just healthier and able to comprehend the wisdom in his folly.
A dawn broke the storm. He ate the sun like a little pill. The onlookers thought it would burn a hole in his stomach. They did not know he was made of alchemically reinforced iron.
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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The Hearth
Louis Marshon was a master puppeteer. His life was consumed by his art. Forty-five years a virgin, he was uncomplicatedly asexual. Neither gender attracted him. Relationships with real people were less stimulating than quiet evenings alone in his shop, lovingly maintaining his puppets, and fashioning new puppets from many and varied a material.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
Wednesday, October 24th, 2012
The courtroom in Kenosha County was brightly lit through the large row of windows along the Southern wall of the building. The antique wooden pews, wooden wall paneling and trim were all faded from many years of use. There was a musty smell that reminded Anton of the loft in his biological father’s garage, were he kept his stash of PlayBoy magazines. Unfortunately, that peaceful familiar aroma was being overpowered by the stench of body odor and weed radiating from the younger guy about ten feet away.
By Anton Mathias Heft 7 days ago in Fiction
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Oooo, this was soooo powerful! Loved your story!