Judetherat

 The Throne Room.  The True Center of the universes, from which the Holy One ruled and reigned, dispensing justice and retrieving mercies from ages past on into ages future.  Jerry didn’t know how he’d gotten to this grand and terrible place.  One moment he was dropping to sleeping his room.  The next moment the young man found himself walking directly into what could only be Light Inapproachable. With even with as much faith as he thought he possessed, it wasn’t at all an expected afternoon. Sitting on the Throne, surrounded by a chorus of angels and attended by seraphim was Jerry’s passion: The One he loved and serve

Acts 17. 26-28 “From one man he made every nation of men…” Acts 17.26a     "I've heard about this place, Bob. It's supposed to be one of the more prestigious restaurants in town."     "No kidding, Cynthia.  I couldn't believe that I was able to get reservations for our anniversary."     "I still can't believe you're still having me along." The young morphic rat chimed in from his seat in the back of the car.     "We already went over this, Jude." Ben chuckled.  "Just enjoy yourself tonight."     "Name, sir?" The maitre d' was as stuffy and as ...Gauline as one usually pictures the headwaiters of posh restaurants to b

Blaise MB Type: INTP Primary conflict: Discretion vs. Indulgence Species: Common Rat, Rattus norvegicus Ethnicity: French Age: 24 Physical appearance: Medium-short, slim build, classy casual fashion Blaise stands about 5’5” (one of the shorter characters). He doesn’t slouch. There’s a boyish cuteness behind his stereotypically “mild scruff” that he can’t fully come to grips with or is even completely aware of. Wears conservative clothing but nothing too tight laced. Perhaps buttoned-up shirt, but not tucked in or completely buttoned either. Blaise is not a punkish rat, heaven forbid. If he ever took t

Best Friends Forever! He's getting married today.  My best friend David and his lovely new wife. I don't really know how I feel about this. We promised to always be there for the other. But now his life is completely given to another. I wish I could feel happy.  But I know That's not the truth.

Have you ever felt that your heart is bleeding?  Bleeding out all the lessons and fun times and growth of the past year as if it were not healthy maturing tissue, but a puss-filled, festering tumor instead.  Such is my pain, such is my life, such is my darkness. My story?  An admixture of abject sorrow, shining joys and cautious indifference.  I have a family who loves me, a nation who hates me and a Lord...of which I still can't figure.  Wielding the Essence of the Obscure, the Concealed and the Unknown is a difficult burden for any individual.  Wielding that power in the form that I, indeed all my kind possess, may soon prove to be a wiegh

NB: My apologizes to the members of Unicorn and Griffin pub for including them on my romp through mild insanity, but it's not like they haven't had practice :P -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   "Stoker, what's wrong?"   "I dunno, Razz.  I just have this really odd feeling.  Have you seen Jude lately?"   "Not since Valentine's Day."   "Well, crud.  Could you meet me at his place?"   "What's going on?"   "You know how lonely Jude always says he is.  I think Ratty's gotten himself into one of his post-V Day moods.  I'll explain when we meet up there."  Razz thoughtfully

   The walls separating the worlds are seemingly strong and impenetrable, yet even while a young man and his friends sought for a way to tear them down permanently and Zirrus looked to pierce them through for his own gain, yet another would quickly find that passing from one world to the Next as easy as slipping into a loved one's arms.   One moment he was.   The next, he was not.   "Keer?"   "You felt it too, didn't you Twapa?"   "Something's happened to Xe."   Xe let his eyes open, the last thing he could remember was forcing himself through Zirrus' portal to escape.  Where was he?  Where was Idria?  How long ago was that?  Minu