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The cell door slammed and he sat against the wall, “well… fantastic..” He sighed.  Mechanist looked out the window to his cell to see the stars had found their way through the once cloudy night.  "How did I get myself into this mess?“  He asked, not to anyone really.  Just saying it out loud.

Whenever I pray about my future

God’s like:

But that sounds scary and I have my own plans, so I’m like:

But then God says:

There are only two kinds of people in the end: those who say to God, “Thy will be done,” and those to whom God says, in the end, “Thy will be done.”
-C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce

“For I know well the plans I have in mind for you,” declares the LORD, “plans for your welfare and not for woe, so as to give you a future of hope.”
-Jeremiah 29:11


The Frank Reade Weekly Magazine was a series of cheap and colorful dime novels published at the turn of the 20th century aimed at a young, predominantly male audience. They spun tales of adventure in exotic settings – often in polar regions—with the inventor hero traveling in futuristic airships and submarines.  

They had great cover art, don’t you think? It seems to always involve a lot of pointing, though.