Burnt tires could be smelled from down the road. The siren screechs its way to the scene if the accident. The officer rushed out close to the crash as he spoke athoritively into his radio.
"Damn. This is bad." He said to himself under his breath.
All the windows of the car were shattered, and against his doubt, he tried to pry away the twisted metal. The car was so messed up, the officer couldn't figure out what the hell he was pushing.
"shiz."
More flashing lights and piercing noises arrived at the scene and paramedics dropped out of the white vehicles.
"I can't get to him." The officer said to one of the paramedics.
"Okay." He replid then looked down, thinking to himself, then his head around and said, "Jim, get the jaw."
Jim went into the ambulance and radioed for the Jaw of Life.
"I don't think that jaw's going to be very lively. Look." The officer said and pointed at what appeared to be the victim's head.
"Oh my God..."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"What do you mean I'm dead--I'm stanidng here arn't I?!"
"You were in a car accident." Said the angel. He had a long, white beard and even longer hair. His appearance seemed ancient, but his posture was as a man at the peak of his life.
"No. That was a dream. I'm standing here talking and breathing and looking and..." he realized what he was saying and broke down with tears.
"You'll be alright. You are here now, and He will judge you."
"He...?"
"The Almightly God."
James' eyes narrowed and seemed confused. "He will judge me?"
"Yes. You see, the accident wasn't your fault. You were driving fine, but that drunkard was not..." the angel faded away as words from his voice lingered on like whispering echoes.
Everything then became saturated with bright, blinding light. Everything was white. As details returned, James could see that his location has changed. He was naked and was floating an inch from the ground. He floated, confused, and looking around his environment. The ground was of marble spotted with brown. Surrounding marble columns had spots fading from brown to green as it made its way upwards. The sky was the ceiling, and there were no walls, just a beyond of surreal clouds.
Soon, James notices the great figure sitting in a chair in front of him. The seat was majestic; golden arms and embroyderies and feather-like fabric, but He was even more majestic.
"I am here, my son, to judge upon you."
James froze at the deep, wise voice. He tried to speak, but no words came out.
"It is quite alright, beloved son. This is Heaven. Blessed be that you are here, but you seem... confused."
James swallowed, though there was nothing in his mouth, and managed to speak. "But why am I in Heaven...? I've been sinful..."
"You have committed sin, yes, but you are of good spirit." He extended his hands in a welcoming gesture. The lenge of his extended arms seemed to contain a world of its own within. "Feel no sadness, fear, or threat, dear son."
"How can I not feel sadness, and not fear for my love?"
"There is no sadness in heaven, and I shall bless your love."
"Then I worry."
"Then I shall assure you in trust.
"How can you tell me that I'm not sad when I am? I've just died... I wasn't done with life... I didn't even get to tell her I loved her!" James' words were a mix of cries and moans and his voice. He cried, but no tears came. "How are you telling me that I will feel happier and secure about my love, when I can't be beside her?!"
This post WAS going somewhere, but I forgot where... so I'll get back to it when i think of it