The Good Book

I, reborn to that old tradition, was told to go down to the waterfront, and there on the rolling hills of water dispense my charge. On the river I saw shifting forms and figures reaching out to the abyss, reaching out to me. I went with a clear head. My life a test that I would not see myself fail. I could not fail to live up to such an image as man. I listened to the echoing silence that comes but once in a lifetime. I turned quickly without fear, and delivered blows upon my blood, till it flowed over my warn and callused hands. As my blood flowed into the black, turbulent translucence, I knew I had failed my test.

The Good Book

Chris Hubbard

New Jersey, United States

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it helps to know the story of Abraham, but that’s the only clue you’re getting! after that you’re on your own….

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