“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… — C.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“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
