Excerpt of Cleansing The Sins by Sandy Prindle

The voice returned. It was the third night in a row. A voice
so cold, so frigid, and so chilling that it robbed him of
his sleep in the night, and drained the spirit from his soul
in the day. The voice came wrapped in a different dream this
time. A dream not of an inferno but of darkness that was
foul, dank, and grimy. The voice was carried in by a soft
wind straight out of the catacombs of a different kind of
hell.The voice brought a message totally devoid of comfort,
hope, and consolation. The message was one of rebuke and
accusation. The dream penetrated the deepest sleep of Anil
Jaffer, leaving him despondent and hopeless.When he dozed
off from fatigue, the words came again:

Empty! Your life's purpose is empty.

Empty! Your family circle is empty.

Empty! Your friendship circle is empty.

Empty! Your accomplishment list is empty.

None! Your children.

None! Meaningful relationships.

None! Pleasant memories.

None! Friends who know you.

None! Friends who will mourn you.

None! Friends who will remember you

None! Your future.

None! Your hope.

None! Your dreams

None! Not even a grave marker.

Nothing! The good you leave behind.