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September 8, 2005

Volume 6, Issue 8

You are in the fourteenth century when a UFO is spotted. What happens next?

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It ought to be dark. There ought to be stars, not a sun. There ought to be campfires burning, but they've all been blown out. Our camp is destroyed. The roar is so loud that if others are screaming, even if I am screaming, no one could hear.

I am looking where sky ought to be, but instead, there is only you, Lord. Please, give us back the night, forgive us our trespasses.

Then it is calm. My Lord sighs and rumbles. The night has returned. You, who are made of metal and fire, open your angels come forth.

Posted by: bgfay at September 8, 2005 9:47 AM · Permalink

The horses startled movement scudded the dreamstate from his eyes. It was approaching midnight and he was using the cool of night to travel since the day was intolerable in his metal clad body. The months of killing Moors had numbed his mind and body to a foggy existence of just live one more day. How he longed for a sign to advise him of the rightousness of his quest. Why could he not regain the fire in his breast that burned so white-hot when he left England so many years ago. He prayed for the clarity of Friar Andrew who, when riding the "Mare of Death" had exclaimed as the blade sliced him twain, "My Lord I am with you"! And as he mused, a twinkling blue/red light above him resolved to a eye-smarting brightness that absolved him of sight and, of doubt.

Posted by: MIKE at September 8, 2005 10:49 AM · Permalink

"You cannot win, Bartolomeo," said Robert. "Long have we designed to secure the church with our Pope. Now, at last, factum est."

"You are no Pope," said Bartolomeo. "You're a Pope-facsimile, a swarthy traveler from some heathen star intent on raping our world."

"And what if I am? Go, shout it from the mountaintop! None shall believe you."

"A duel, then," Bartolomeo said, drawing his knife. "A duel of Popes!" And with that, he rushed headlong at Robert.

Pope and antipope fused in a whirl of white robes, and the sound of a great rending was heard the world over.

Posted by: G-Do at September 8, 2005 3:29 PM · Permalink