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Rapture Chronicles: Casey



Casey shook her head in disbelief: A runaway fire, torrential rain, and flooding. Plus three tornadoes. All in one day. And one tornado had torn through and area that was considered tornado free.

She took a sip of her fast cooling coffee, and her fingers clenched the polka dot mug. At least her area remained disaster free. For the moment.

At times like these, she wondered whether she should make mention of of weather events or world news on her You Tube channel. Hers was a homemaking channel. Strictly serene and inspirational. A weekly dose of slow living for hectic souls.

And yet, she couldn't help feeling a bit fake. With everything that was going on in the world, Jesus return must surely be close. Casey couldn't shake the feeling that she should be shouting out a warning. Was she lulling her viewers to sleep by focusing on everything nice, and cozy, and pleasing?

Casey took a quick swallow of her drink. "But people need a bit of peace Lord. Especially now. Besides, there are plenty of others sounding the alarm."

Casey stopped scrolling and began prepping for her video: she gathered the ingredients she'd be needing to make apple pie, and whisked around the house checking the lighting before donning a vintage style apron she'd chosen for the shoot.

Casey began to film herself as she peeled and cored apples, fully expectant that all would go smoothly as usual. But it didn't. Clouds rolled in, spoiling the lighting, which forced her to set up her ring light. Then, she nicked her finger on the peeler. She began again, this time, sporting a bright blue plaster. Later, as she stepped outside to pick a few prize blooms, the rain suddenly pelted down.

She went ahead, minus the flowers, but the kitchen looked dreary without them. As she looked through her footage later, it looked lacklustre. Half- heartedly, she did some voice-overs, but gave up after a short while.
Casey sat looking blankly at her computer screen whilst her thoughts whirled. Was God trying to tell her something?

The following day was glorious. Perfect for filming. Casey made her way to the garden, carrying her phone and tripod. She seated herself on a wicker chair amongst the pastel beauties and began. "Morning friends." She gestured to the flowers beside her. "It's hard to believe when you're surrounded by so much beauty, but the world is sure going crazy, isn't it? Bible prophecies are being fulfilled. The question I'd like to ask you today is this: Are you ready? Are you ready for Jesus' soon return?"


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Copyright: Alison Lawrence


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