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When Douglas committed his first grave sin the day before Sunday, he was afraid to go home. He dreaded going to church the next day because he feared his prophet friends and the minister in charge would find him out and speak about it. He moved with caution when he went to church, doing his best to avoid his very spiritual friends. But in a small congregation like theirs, there was no hiding place: they all found him, and they had a very smooth and safe conversation – nothing out of the ordinary was mentioned, and nothing about his activities were hinted at in the conversation. When they parted ways, he heaved a sigh of relief. The next time he sinned, he was more confident than the first time. Again, he went to church expecting that his spiritual friends would comment about it or even try to advise him about the course his life was taking. Again, there was nothing. They treated him just as they always have – as a sweet brother in the Lord. He asked himself, “Are they really ...

      What happens after a person dies? It is a mystery because no one who ever died gave a vivid account of the after-death. People who claimed to have seen God and the devil when they “resurrected” were said to have been hallucinating and were never dead in the first place. Those who were believed to have actually died never came back to tell any stories – Mohammed, Buddha, Theresa, even Jesus. The question still lingers: what is death like?      The living man is made of three components – the body, the soul, and the spirit. The body is what everyone sees, the matter which exists on the earth and moves about. The soul and the spirit, however, cannot be seen or touched. They are expressed through the body. The soul is the intellect, the will, and the emotions of a person. The spirit is the element that sustains the person (let’s not get spiritual).      When a man dies, his spirit is separated from the body. His soul dies with ...

Hello beloved readers and lovers of Creator's World! Your patience during this period of silence is much appreciated. We are bouncing back with a new story, "Hostess Iscariot". "Hostess Iscariot" was started by Mr. Emmanuel Coleman and will be completed by Korkor Borteye. The story is quite a long one which will be shared on this blog in bits so that all can read and enjoy. The story begins in Germany where Kwaku Kissi, a young Ghanaian, is running from the Immigration Police because his stay in Germany was illegal. He encounters Gerda on his run, and her affable hospitality makes him believe his run is over, only to be arrested and deported to his homeland. "Hostess Iscariot" is weaved on love, trust, betrayal, and forgiveness. Sit back, relax, and enjoy Hostess Iscariot. Cheers!

THE SHOWDOWN Cathy and Zach fell asleep on the couch – they had exhausted themselves with strategies on how to talk Dale out of taking the money from Cathy and also making sure Dale does not kill them both out of his jealousy and hatred. Zach could not bring himself to think how a man who cared for and about his wife manage to travel from sweet to villain in such a short space of time. Cathy had been through too much, he figured. His return was too sudden: perhaps, perhaps he should have attempted a short coded message to her during his absence; perhaps he should have informed her before he returned…  As they lay in the couch, Zach stroked his wife’s hair. God, he thought, he was blessed with such a woman. In spite of her short falls (which she could not be blamed entirely – he would have done the same, maybe worse, had the matter been reversed), she was willing to make amends and keep their marriage still alive. He valued her then – she was priceless. As Cathy lay in her ...

MOMENT OF TRUTH “Say something, Cathy.” Zach implored. “Will you believe me above all that you have already heard?” Cathy asked, not sure of what Zach wanted – if he wanted more to condemn her, or if he was ready to really listen to her side of the story. “I’m willing to listen to yours, Cathy. I want to hear your side. Tell me.” Cathy sighed. “I thought you were dead, Zach. I was miserable. I was torn. I was broken. Everything did not make sense after they told me that you had died; it was worse after you had been supposedly buried without my knowledge. I hadn’t got to say goodbye to you. My heart was wrenched from within. Can you imagine the loss I felt? I had to go through all that alone. Alone, Zach, for six solid months!” Cathy sobbed. Zach bent his head. He could not bear the pain that was expressed in Cathy’s words and eyes. “I began spending some time at the beach.” Cathy sniffed. She paused for a while before continuing. “Dale and I met there at the beac...

“TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED…” “Well?” Zach pushed. “What is this about? What have you been up to? Speak for goodness sake!!!” Cathy looked as if she would crumble into rubble where she stood: her face was pale – she seemed about to give in. But she threw her head back in defiance and looked straight at her husband. “There’s nothing to tell you, Zach.” “Oh really? There’s nothing to tell? There sure is a hell of a lot out there, darling wife. There’s a lot about you and your amorous affair in my absence. What? Is he the one sending you the mail?” “I have nothing to tell you. And I can handle this on my own!” Cathy threw the words at Zach and started to walk out. As she passed by him, he grabbed her arm and whispered, “If you walk out of this door, we are done!” “Watch me, Zach,” she replied in the same tone, and yanked her arm from his grip. She walked out of the room, out of the house and got into a taxi before she broke down in tears completely. Her marriage was crumbl...

IN SEARCH FOR ANSWERS “What happened to you, Dale? You were such a kind and wonderful man to me…” Cathy said with tears in her eyes. Her heart was breaking as she looked at the man who once held her heart and love for her in his eyes. She wondered why fate had played with them so. She wished she could undo time and wait for her husband… Her husband! Of course. He was the cause of this mess. He should have told her of his mission, no matter how dangerous it was. At least she would have had the patience to wait for his return. Oh what a mess… she began sobbing. “Cathy… Cathy…” Cathy heard her name in a distance, but she felt too weak to respond. She felt a calloused hand wipe her tears, and she opened her eyes to see her husband looking down at her with worry. He dropped a light kiss on her cheek and smiled. Zach waited for Cathy to fully wake up before helping her out of bed and into the filled bathtub. He eased her into it and began massaging her. He could not ask her abou...