An Empty Tomb

I was a devout Catholic. I learnt how to say the Pieta and all the prayers in the holy prayer book at catechism class. By the time I was ten, I had learnt so many things that I could not help but see the world the catholic way. I could say the Angelus, and I could recite the Art of contrition. Offhand, I knew so many of them. Anima Christi, Come Holy Spirit, Novena to St. Joseph and the Litany of Humility. I also had a rosary around my neck which had soft rubber beads that let turquoise glitters at night. I thought about this rosary as powerful. My father told me that it is a gift I received from Father Irenaeus who dropped it on his palm telling him to take good care of me because I will be a very great man. I looked him in his eyes whenever he said this. He emphasized “great" as though the only thing that mattered was what father Irenaeus said many years ago. As if in this world, people had no part to play in the creation of destiny. I did not blame my father though because he was also Catholic and if a Priest said something to him it meant so much. 

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Phobia

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      The clink of the glass when it fell with a thud to the ground, made her heart beat increase and she felt she would swoon. It had happened to her time and again--this beautiful girl. At first, she thought of a heart condition, cardiac whatever, but it was not going to be it when she told her doctor--their family doctor.

Broken

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     At twenty-one, Ken already had a son--a bouncing baby boy. Clara was nineteen and was still in school when it happened in that moment that was still unclear except that she remembered Ken muttering "if you love me" and now as each day revealed to them bringing them closer to slow and tormenting bits of frustration, she realized that her actions were not a  proof of love and she was pained.

Strong

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      Power was not in a person's biceps or triceps it was not in the physical. Ingenuity was out of place at least for this case no! The real power was stronger than clever, and I remembered the phrase "without the use of force," and I believed this was closer to what power meant--power was weak.

Amoral

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His thoughts tossed him here this time, and there another time--he was confused, confused because he had not learned all that he should. At a time he felt that the devil in his unsurprising wiliness had inserted into his head a wild whimsical force against which he could not go. It continued for days.