Another Blog I'll Probably Abandon

Ronald I'm not sure what I believe in. Most of my life I just assumed there was nothing. Choosing a belief never played a role in my life. It never dawned on me that there could be something out there that would have an actual effect on me. I am no one. I attended The First Baptist Meetinghouse in town every Sunday with my parents, from birth and on. I stopped going about a year ago and now that I'm eighteen my parents have quit trying to make me go. I know it breaks my mother's heart, but I just can't sit among the avid believers when I am the complete opposite. I used to enjoy going to Sunday service, the music, the singing, the dancing, and especially the sermons. When I was a kid, I loved hearing the preacher talk about redemption, forgiveness and the love of God. But as I got older I started to hear the parts about hell, sin and damnation. Now I don't listen at all. Even when I went to church, when I was younger, I don't think I believed then, I just l...

Outland Two frosty gray eyes peered through the shrubs as the scene before them played out. A school bus, clearly out of place rumbled down the abandoned dirt road. The driver obviously missed the old sign stating NO TRESPASSING BEYOND THIS POINT, when he chose to make that turn down this dead end path. He had made a wrong turn some where, but his decision to make this final turn was the biggest mistake of all. It would cost him everything, and everything of the eight students on board. Their field trip had quickly turned from boring to worse when, without knowing, that driver had doomed them all. Miles from civilization they had crossed the border between reality and fantasy. Those students' parents far away safe in their homes and at their jobs had no idea that morning would be the last time they would see their children. The bus careening down the road, kicking up dust, suddenly its tires blew, all reception and connection lost. The sun high in sky heating the metal vehic...