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Author's Note
The following story is not completed nor is this the only one. This story, is the third in a series designed to be posted out of order; in order to create a story that is recalled by the narrator's memory. Hence, why this is the third piece of the story.

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Gods Grace (III)
I stood over her now lifeless body, a puddle of blood formed around her. The yellowish, decaying grass was spatterd with droplets of blood. I walked off, still clenching the weapon. I turn, to look at the body. The streaks of red, they pierced the field of decaying grass and weeds. If you would look at it long enough....it almost made the earth appear as if it...was bleeding. Now, I look across and think "Now....Ain't that a sight....". I breathed in deeply, slowly; savoring the breaths. I breathed as if i had finished some complicated, difficult task. A task I should be proud of completing.

The police recovered her body soon enough. Some pot-addicted teens out for god knows what found it first. "Damn, that must've been one hell of a suprise." Although in my opinion, I don't think it should've been found. She could've stayed out in that decaying field, and decay along with the weeds.

Deep down though, of course I didn't believe this. I knew that they didn't deserve to die; but I hated them. I hated her...for what she tried to do. Yet, I still feel the remorse for my action, the guilt consume me. As im getting ready for bed, I think to myself that these remorseful feelings will leave. Sure enough, within my slumber; the guilt, the remorse leave me.

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It's Friday now, and I'm with Alli. Her and I are hanging out after school, like we always would. We were hanging out in some empty lots around her house. We were laying in the grass; almost kinda staring at the clouds above us. Her parents weren't home yet. I look over at her, "god...she's adorable". Although she seemed absorbed in her phone, she looked over at me and I was quick to avert my gaze. Alli puts her phone down and looks at me saying "Why are you so quiet today?". Her voice sounds soft, and playful..like she needs me to entertain her. I simply respond with, "I don"t know...thinking I guess..." She scoots closer to me and asks me an odd question, coming from her. "Are you ashamed of yourself?" A bit taken back from the question at first I respond by saying "Im ashamed of nothing, You?". Alli says "Nah." I reply with "Thats good, I guess...because we make the world." She gives me a quizzical look. "Us, the human race. We have the choice to make the world better or worse. But at the same time all those religions say that we need the grace of god to do whats right. That doesn't mean when we do bad things, we are bad people. But we were simply not given gods grace to do what is right." I get up and start pacing, Ali looks at me even more confused. "Let me geet deep on this" I say. She giggles and says, "Thats what she said..". I roll my eyes and continue "All those religions in my opinion, have gone insane. Everyone says that us, as human beings in this world have free choice, free will. But, when they say I make the wrong choice; do something wrong, it's my fault. Did god not give me the grace to do whats right? Did he possibly give me the grace to think what i was doing is what? If this world sucks, It's because he allows it to be. He doesn't give everyone the grace to do what is right. He gives it to a few. While the others may only work with what they,.....what You, What I...have been given. Now, Alli looks at me and says "Well, have you been doing anything to make the world better?" "I Try, but in the end....I'll still roast in hell".  