“What can I do? Pray? Would God allow such agony? Sure he would, they would say. To test your faith. She laughed. My heart is crumbling, she said. But I will not give my last love to an imaginary being.” — C.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Faith does not reveal the truth about God; faith just keeps you in the dark.” — C.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Do you think a sociopath cries to God as they die? Ironic that one counterfeit being would cry out to another for help.” — C.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Darkness shrouded everything and the only light was the strange pulse of lightning that illumed the sky like a distress beacon. A dying world… — C.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Her empathy was like a double-edged razor that allowed her to experience the nethermost of human joys and sorrows. The best and worst of emotions cut her to the bone. The pain of her heart was like a tortuous phantom that lived outside her body. She could feel its presence. It clung to her breasts like a nursing infant. Pressure… — C.J. Anderson Copy Share
“Howling duststorms of nuclear ashes. Human and animal bone powder. Flakes and fragments of the destroyed world. Filthy tempests of death. I am in… — C.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Just say it, she thought. Say what everyone in this bunker is thinking. Say what we all know to be true. The truth that… — C.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“All the trauma terrorized her feelings. She sensed them harden. Fade. Vanish. Her emotions decayed and disintegrated like a waning timeworn woman would forget… — C.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“There was no sign of any life, just erratic hints of a faded sun peeking down with sorrow on the dead world it once… — C.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Bones crushed under her feet as she took the first step into the outer dark. The gunlight revealed his remains. Demon did you suffer?… — C.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“She that will not fight is a coward. She that cannot fight is weak. She that dares not fight is a slave.” — C.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
