THE CHOICE

THE CHOICE

A Story by VALORMORE DE PLUME
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About the choices we all make.

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THE CHOICE

by

Valormore

12/31/12

Word Count 2012

 

 

     Facue was a man who lived on the wild side most of his life. He followed the cravings of his inner beast. He did all the things people tell us not to do. Living on the edge excited him. Using people was second nature to him. He was a silver tongued devil, with no conscience. Lying, stealing, cheating even killing were his trademarks. Everywhere he went his reputation preceded him. Most people hated and feared him, yet he could talk them out of their rent money with ease. He spoiled everything he touched like a dreadful plague. He attracted women like manure attracts flies. After abusing and battering them he discarded them like so much garbage left on the streets. One night after brutally beating a woman he had picked up, he stood in front of the mirror of the cheesy motel gloating over his dastardliness. The half dead woman grabbed the gun he had left under the pillow of the now blood soaked bed and shot him in the back of the head, then shot him twice in the heart as he lay dying on the floor staring at her in disbelief.

     His vision dimmed into total darkness as the life rapidly drained from his body. His spirit raised up, hovering above the now lifeless shell he had lived in for thirty-three years. He had never believed in spirits or an afterlife. Now he realized he would have to reconsider that assumption. He was accustomed to playing the odds and rigging the game in his favor. Now he had no inkling of an idea of how this new existence would play out. His egocentric mind began racing through scenarios of fantasy. None of which played out well for him.

     He could do nothing as he watched the woman kick his lifeless body in the head, breaking off the heel of her red stiletto shoe in his eye. She flung it from her foot hitting and breaking the mirror. The other shoe she removed and used it like a hammer to pommel the corpse. After venting her rage she scrambled out of the room before the cops came.

     The police and paramedics arrived simultaneously a few moments later. Facue watched as the cops attempted to piece together what had taken place in this room. The med-techs were obviously too late and the cops had them wait outside. The detectives concluded that a prostitute had gone berserk on a john. Facue argued, even screamed at them, about what really took place. Of course they couldn’t hear him. He tried to grab them but his arms passed through their flesh without the slightest sign of recognition. The police did their crime scene investigation, then let the ambulance take the body to the morgue. Facue erroneously assumed that he was somehow tethered to his body and feared that he would spend eternity lying in the grave next to it. He was somewhat relieved to see the body go, finding himself alone in the room. Then he feared he would haunt this room forever. Frustration overcame him as he remembered his life of bending and or breaking the rules to suit his needs. Now he had no clue what the rules were from this point forward.

     The scene of the room began to fade into darkness. He couldn’t determine whether he was floating or staying still. He stomped his foot but could feel no floor beneath him. He flailed his arms, feeling no swirling of air. He wondered if this was it? Just being alone in the darkness, how bad could that be? He started to wonder how long is forever?

     Then he noticed a tiny speck of light. The light seemed to be growing brighter. Then somehow he became aware that he was moving. The light was continuing to brighten. It was pulling him closer. He had no way to resist or accelerate. He wished to himself that he knew what the rules were.

     In a short time he came to a point where the light appeared to be a long tube or hall. The darkness just stopped at the end of this hallway. As he was drawn into the hallway through some kind of portal, the darkness faded until it was just a small black dot behind him. Then it was completely gone. He felt himself being drawn deeper into the hallway that seemed to be in a spiral configuration. He couldn’t see what was up ahead or what was behind.

     Next he noticed moving pictures on the walls. Each was like a short clip from a movie. The first was a clip of his parents when they were young. They were making love.

     Facue laughed thinking, “What kind of deal is this?”

     The next clip appeared to be a sonogram of a pregnant woman with a tiny fetus in her womb. The fetus quickly grew forming a male baby. The next clip was of his mother again, birthing a child. Facue realized it was himself. The next clip was his parents bringing the newborn home. He could see how much they loved the baby they had named James. Facue hated that name as far back as he could remember. He changed it when he became a teenage runaway.

     The clips of his life continued to play as he was drawn through the spiral hallway. Each clip of his early childhood brought back forgotten memories of a wonderful home life with his loving parents. It had been many years since he thought about what it felt like being loved. As the clips played on a little faster he remembered loving his wonderful parents. He cringed and felt remorseful for the first time in his retched life when he came to the clip where he murdered his parents and burned down their house the day he ran away.

     The clips continued to speed up as he beheld the scenes of his selfish existence. Watching the clips didn’t give him the same elation the actual events had given him. Seeing it from this prospective in fast forward left him feeling empty and sad. All to soon he was viewing the last clip at the motel the night his life ended.

     He wondered, “What now? What happens now?”

The hallway ahead of him was straight now. There was a pair of white doors at the end of the hallway that automatically opened as he drifted closer. Through the doors was a vast room he was being drawn into. He could see people ahead in the distance. They were standing in a line with their backs to him.

     He thought, “Great. Now I will have to wait in this stupid line for who knows how long and for what?”

     The forward motion stopped when he reached the end of the line of waiting people.

     Being the impatient type he tapped the person in front of him rather roughly asking, “What are we in line for?”

     When the man turned around, Facue realized it was the last man he had murdered. Everyone in the line turned around to face him at that moment. He realized they were all victims of his despicable ways. At the head of the line stood his parents.

     “Oh. I see. This is where you all get your revenge.”

     The group of people surrounded him in a circle.

     He took a defensive stance saying, “Well. Do what you must.”

     They all looked on him with a sad look of pity.

     His parents spoke first exclaiming, “We have been waiting for you. To let you know we never stopped loving you. We love you still James.”

     Then the other victims each told him they forgave him. Next the group moved towards another pair of white doors at the end of the huge room.

     His parents stood beside him each taking one of his hands saying, “We all came to welcome you. Come along. We have something wonderful to show you.”

     Through the doors they led him into a paradise of trees and animals with happy young people playing and laughing. It was warm but not hot in the sunlight that bathed everything. It reminded him of pictures of Hawaii, but seemed to go on forever in all directions. His parents were young too, as was he. His mother introduced him to his grandparents, great grandparents and great, great, grandparents. All youthful and happy. Each hugged him showing their love.

     Facue’s hostile self-centered nature melted away quickly after attending a feast prepared for him by his victims and their extended families. He reclaimed his former name of James because everyone seemed to know him by that name. It didn’t bother him any more. He learned to accept and even return love again. He even met some children that he had fathered without knowing. They showed him great love and he loved them too. This new reality went on for what seemed like a very long, long time.

     One day there was a sound of a very loud trumpet. People rejoiced at the sound of the single blast from that trumpet. The time has come at last they sang as a song in unison. The scene of paradise melted away leaving an enormous multitude of people standing in a tremendously vast courtroom. The bailiff who looked like Moses raised an arm and the multitude separated like the Red Sea.

     Then a huge throne appeared. The one sitting on the throne was made of a light so bright the multitude needed to shield their eyes. Everyone went down on their knees, praising the one on the throne. The day of judgment had come.

     James found himself suddenly in a small room with a man he did not recognize.

     Walking over to the man James extended his hand to greet the man saying, “My name is James. I haven’t met you yet.”

     The man said nothing. Instead he embraced James. James felt a degree of love coming from the man that he couldn’t have imagined even existed. The degree of love left him feeling more alive than when he actually was alive. James began to tremble when the man still embracing him began to weep profusely.

     James attempted to comfort the weeping man saying, “Come on now. This place is wonderful. Nothing you did can be that bad. What can I do to help you?”

     The man answered saying, “There is only one rule here. You must accept Jesus as your savior”

     James said, “Everyone I killed has forgiven me. This place is heaven. Jesus, from what I have heard is very forgiving too. He will surely forgive you for whatever you have done. Now don’t worry about stuff like that and stop crying.”

     The man pulled back just a bit, still embracing James, to look him square in the eyes saying, “God the Father has given each person many opportunities in their life to form a relationship with his son. Many people reject each chance given. Over and over they refuse. The law is fair but strict. Accepting the love of Jesus and loving him back is the only way.”

     James said, “I haven’t known Jesus nor accepted him as my savior, yet I am here in heaven with everyone else. So you see you needn‘t cry.”

     The man took a step back saying, “I know. I am Jesus. I don’t cry for myself. I love you as I have since before the Heavens and Earth were created. I cry for you. The choices you have made prevent you from staying here with those who did accept me. This is not what I choose. It is what you have chosen.”

     With that James found himself in total darkness again. He could hear the sound of gnashing teeth and feel something like claws tearing at him. He could also hear the deep throaty maniacal laugh he used to make when watching his victims die. He began to scream. A blood curdling scream that will continue forever and ever.

 

 

THE END

by

VALORMORE


© 2013 VALORMORE DE PLUME



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"The man took a step back saying, “I know. I am Jesus. I don’t cry for myself. I love you as I have since before the Heavens and Earth were created. I cry for you. The choices you have made prevent you from staying here with those who did accept me. This is not what I choose. It is what you have chosen.”
The story was a amazing. The above lines stood out for me. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
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Thank you Coyote. I'm glad to hear from you again. Many stop reading this as soon as they realize it.. read more



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"The man took a step back saying, “I know. I am Jesus. I don’t cry for myself. I love you as I have since before the Heavens and Earth were created. I cry for you. The choices you have made prevent you from staying here with those who did accept me. This is not what I choose. It is what you have chosen.”
The story was a amazing. The above lines stood out for me. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

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Thank you Coyote. I'm glad to hear from you again. Many stop reading this as soon as they realize it.. read more
This was good, I'm not very religious myself, but I like the idea of this story. It was told in an original fashion, and as for whether or not you should continue, I would say it works as a story, but could also make an equally good extended piece.

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Thank you for your imput. I have many stories I want to expand. Also several that are forming themse.. read more
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One of the oldest stories ever told and yet with a refreshing twist making it as contemporary and original as possible. A delightful read.

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This is a really good story. It's as much nonesense, of course, as the stories I write about Heaven are, but still very good.

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You refresh me. My thirst from this parched arid mindscape had left me wrought. You are a blessing t.. read more
"For you shall now the truth, and the truth will set you free." I have heard that the Bible is more of a condemnation to those who choose eternal pain...Overall, I think this is poignant and compelling. Well done, Valormore.

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I am so blessed to have a friend like you. You brighten my day with each review. Thank you for takin.. read more
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Likewise am I blessed to have a friend like you. You are very much welcome. :)

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