Author: Micah Turnbo

The Blood Rose

Post author By Micah Turnbo
Post date July 7, 2023

A great angel came before the Lord on the evening of Silver and Gold. She walked forward before the King of Kings with great wings like a morning dove on this day. Her hair is as white as the summer clouds drifting in the sky. Her steps are graceful and pure. She dressed in what seemed to be thousands of red rose petals atop layers of bright light as an undergarment. The fabrics of her gown dripped with blood painted the crystal floor she walked on. Her hair was long and silver with a golden glow.

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The City Of Kings: Returning Home

Post author By Micah Turnbo
Post date May 23, 2023

I walked through the door, only to return to the Throne Room; behind me was a void of light, the entrance to a world of amazing sights and sounds. The door, the heart of God, led me to this fantastic city. Eden held my hand while briefly looking behind him to see how I was doing. I think he could tell I was sad to leave. There was so much I wanted to do.

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The City Of Kings: The Throne of Stars

Post author By Micah Turnbo
Post date May 2, 2023

When the forest king and I returned to the gate, Eden sat on the tree stump, picking a small wooden guitar. I didn’t know he could play! He looked up to me, “Oh, Micah. Welcome back. How was your time?” He nodded his head to the forest king in thanks for being my guide. The forest king turned into leaves and disappeared. Eden searched my face while he sat on the tree stump but could tell I was sad.

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Fall of Lucifer: The Tears of Angels

Post author By Micah Turnbo
Post date May 1, 2023

A green leaf fell into a pool, causing ripples from the center to the banks of yellow lilies that had wilted from their tears.

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The City Of Kings: The Image of God

Post author By Micah Turnbo
Post date April 18, 2023

Inside the forest was like a dream. The smell of such a place was rich with all the scents you would receive on earth. I could smell each pine, oak, weeping willow, and many others in the forest individually. They were their own, in a way. The voices coming from the forest were kind, soft as the leaves responded to the wind. They indeed were singing.

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