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Felicity stopped instantly. "What is that?" she thought. She waited a second then continued picking berries, but then she heard it again, a distant echo from across the valley. "What is that?" She wondered. Too intrigued by the sound to continue, Felicity looked toward the echo. Felicity thought about her lonely past, of having to survive on her own, no one to love her, and show her the way through life. Felicity sighed she was going to follow the echo. Walking alone the narrow road the echo became louder and louder, sounding like a constant drip of water an a dry stone. As felicity neared the sound she felt like the burden of life was slowly leaving her shoulders. each step she took her pace quickened. It was like coming home for the first time. As she neared the sound it now sounded like a torrent of water. As felicity walked around the bend she saw it!

A wall of water. Felicity looked at the wall of water, as tears filled her eyes. So close but yet so far. As poor felicity stood there a voice came out of nowhere that told her, "Jump In." Felicity turned around only to find no one there. She sighed deeply in her soul, turned back around and ran straight into the water.

The next few moments felicity could feel herself slipping away from life. She panicked and cried out in agony as she fell asleep for the last time...

Felicity awoke to the sounds of birds chirping. confused she look around she was on shore. Looking around she saw a man dressed in white coming towards her. Beginning to panic again Felicity tried to get up to run, when the man said, "Dear child, you are home at last." "home?" was all felicity could say. "Yes dear child welcome to heaven. where every tear is wiped away, and you'll never be alone again." "but who are you?" asked felicity. "Jesus," the man said who took felicity into his arms, and never will let her go.

The end.
 
I have a bit of a prompt if anyone is so inspired...

The sound was echoing. The slow consistent drip of water onto stone.
The sound was echoing—the slow consistent drip of water onto stone. I lay there, listening, wondering if there was any hope from these chains that bound me. Lisa sat not too far from my feet, holding her knees close. Was she to be next? Only she knew the thoughts that haunted her mind.
The moments passed, and the waves continued crashing against the hull. I closed my eyes, my shoulder and leg still throbbing from the bullets that had cut through them only days before. If only there were hope in such a cruel, dark place, I could slip through the cracks like I had once done, and be free from this misery.
"Why'd you do it?" Lisa's words were sharp. She released her knees and turned to me. "Kuna," she spat, "or should I say, Sloane?"
I gripped the straw that made up my pathetic bed, sucking air through my gritted teeth. Yeah, maybe it was a bit more than the pain that nearly took my life that bothered me, or even the fact I was again being held hostage by the same ones who got me into this mess. I was living a lie despite the chains that kept me to it, and the truth was stinging almost as bad as my wounds.
Lisa stood up and hovered over me the best her chains would allow. Her stance was unsteady, swayed with each wave the ship rolled over. "She was trying to kill you," she said through gritted teeth, "and you stood up for her! What is this mess you're doing? Standing up for your enemies? Is that what I am to you? Just another enemy that you want to risk your life saving?"
She turned away and sank to the floor. She held herself up with one hand and put a cliched first to her mouth, quivers rocking her shoulders as the silent tears fell.
"Lisa," I pushed myself up, and my right shoulder started screaming with pain. I held my tongue between my teeth, pushing myself further upright.
"No," she turned back, her cheeks wet, "please. Just stay lying down. I don't need to tend to your wounds again."
"I'm fine," I whispered. I pulled a smile onto my face, but the look in her eyes told me she knew it was fake. "Well," I forced the smile further up like that would do anything, "I'm at least better than I was, aye?"
"You're not," Lisa looked down.
"Yeah," I looked down too. She was right, but she was also wrong. "I'm sorry. I wish I could say that I'm not a part of this, but my past makes it so I am. I'm sorry that you had to find that out."
I leaned against the arm holding me up. "Besides that, maybe..." Maybe I should end the conversation here? Ha, I wish I could, but my silence hasn't helped with anything since the Raiders captured me again. "Maybe I'm just trying to show her I'm truly sorry, even if I'm indirect to her pain. Or maybe I'm just giving her the same treatment I've been given and a chance to be someone better."
"The treatment you've been given?" Lisa raised an eyebrow and nodded over my helpless body. "Unless you're delirious, I think you're mistaken."
"No," I threw my head back. Wrong move. My shoulder cried out louder and my arm gave way to the pain. I fell to the straw and gripped my shoulder, accidently. Lisa was immediately at the source of my pain, and I pushed her away.
"Not like that," I said, hoping she didn't notice my pitch rising. She sat back down, but her eyes widened with worry. "Before this," I returned my hand to my throbbing shoulder. "When I received kindness and forgiveness when I didn't deserve it. That's the treatment I'm talking about. This, this here I deserve, but being forgiven and given a new life, that's a treatment I could never deserve but it was given to me freely, and that's the treatment I want to give to others, even if they do kill me."
 
The sound was echoing—the slow consistent drip of water onto stone. I lay there, listening, wondering if there was any hope from these chains that bound me. Lisa sat not too far from my feet, holding her knees close. Was she to be next? Only she knew the thoughts that haunted her mind.
The moments passed, and the waves continued crashing against the hull. I closed my eyes, my shoulder and leg still throbbing from the bullets that had cut through them only days before. If only there were hope in such a cruel, dark place, I could slip through the cracks like I had once done, and be free from this misery.
"Why'd you do it?" Lisa's words were sharp. She released her knees and turned to me. "Kuna," she spat, "or should I say, Sloane?"
I gripped the straw that made up my pathetic bed, sucking air through my gritted teeth. Yeah, maybe it was a bit more than the pain that nearly took my life that bothered me, or even the fact I was again being held hostage by the same ones who got me into this mess. I was living a lie despite the chains that kept me to it, and the truth was stinging almost as bad as my wounds.
Lisa stood up and hovered over me the best her chains would allow. Her stance was unsteady, swayed with each wave the ship rolled over. "She was trying to kill you," she said through gritted teeth, "and you stood up for her! What is this mess you're doing? Standing up for your enemies? Is that what I am to you? Just another enemy that you want to risk your life saving?"
She turned away and sank to the floor. She held herself up with one hand and put a cliched first to her mouth, quivers rocking her shoulders as the silent tears fell.
"Lisa," I pushed myself up, and my right shoulder started screaming with pain. I held my tongue between my teeth, pushing myself further upright.
"No," she turned back, her cheeks wet, "please. Just stay lying down. I don't need to tend to your wounds again."
"I'm fine," I whispered. I pulled a smile onto my face, but the look in her eyes told me she knew it was fake. "Well," I forced the smile further up like that would do anything, "I'm at least better than I was, aye?"
"You're not," Lisa looked down.
"Yeah," I looked down too. She was right, but she was also wrong. "I'm sorry. I wish I could say that I'm not a part of this, but my past makes it so I am. I'm sorry that you had to find that out."
I leaned against the arm holding me up. "Besides that, maybe..." Maybe I should end the conversation here? Ha, I wish I could, but my silence hasn't helped with anything since the Raiders captured me again. "Maybe I'm just trying to show her I'm truly sorry, even if I'm indirect to her pain. Or maybe I'm just giving her the same treatment I've been given and a chance to be someone better."
"The treatment you've been given?" Lisa raised an eyebrow and nodded over my helpless body. "Unless you're delirious, I think you're mistaken."
"No," I threw my head back. Wrong move. My shoulder cried out louder and my arm gave way to the pain. I fell to the straw and gripped my shoulder, accidently. Lisa was immediately at the source of my pain, and I pushed her away.
"Not like that," I said, hoping she didn't notice my pitch rising. She sat back down, but her eyes widened with worry. "Before this," I returned my hand to my throbbing shoulder. "When I received kindness and forgiveness when I didn't deserve it. That's the treatment I'm talking about. This, this here I deserve, but being forgiven and given a new life, that's a treatment I could never deserve but it was given to me freely, and that's the treatment I want to give to others, even if they do kill me."
that was really good!!!
 

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