I wake up in front of a massive golden gate shinning as bright as the sun, if not brighter. I sluggishly get up and place my hand on the gate as I feel its warmth grace my skin. It feels good and gentle on my skin. I step back as I hear its iron creak and the gate slowly opening. A bright light from inside shines and I shield my eyes from it with my hand. I squint my eyes as I see a winged figure approaching me. It stops a few feet in front of me, its appearance still hidden with the light coming from it
“Hello Mason Woods” I hear it say. It’s voice sounds masculine and gentle
I come close but not close enough, something prevents me from seeing his face
“Who are you?” I shakily ask
“Oh, my bad” he said and his face becomes visible, the light dims “It’s me Michael. Nice to see you again, Mason”
“Oh” I sigh “To be honest, it’s not nice to s
Thank you so much for reading till the end! This really means a great deal to me. To those who have been with me since 50 reads, I have not forgotten you and I'm incredibly grateful to your support in the first three months of me writing Confessions Of An Exorcist back in 2020Readers from 50-1k reads of COE, thank you for the support and advice. And to my editor, Jayden and Chijioke, thank you for working on this with me. I'm eternally gratefulIt's been a great joy working on COE and if left for me, I wouldn't wanna end it but as sad as it may be, everything has an end.THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT
Hi guys, my name is Chime Chinonso and I’m from Enugu, Nigeria. May I know your name and where you are from Confessions Of An Exorcist is one of my best stories and you are going to enjoy it. If you haven’t seen my other work “SHADOW” please do. It is worth the read. I’m gonna blow your mind. This work is completely an imaginative one. Any character in resemblance to actual person- living or deceased is a coincidence. Every character in this book is a product of the author’s imagination. If it creates any form of offense in order of faith, I sincerely apologize
Hello there, My name is Mason Woods I’m an Exorcist. Truthfully I wish I wasn’t but heck I am. It’s one of those times in life where we don’t get to choose what we want to be. Some study medicine for years but end up delivering. Some people die and remain dead, but in my case I died and was brought back. I know what you’re thinking. Fuck! Yes, dead. Everything from that shitty moment when your heart stops beating, your body grows cold and they put you in a fucking freezer with a stupid tag on your toe waiting for loved ones to come claim your dead body- sadly for me no one came, I died with the people I love- heck you could blame me for their deaths. I should have stayed dead, but you see He had other plans for me and so I was brought back to life against my will. Worst of
So you made it past the introduction. I’m impressed. Since you are here, you might as well take a seat. This is the day He brought me back to life HELL IS EMPTY AND ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE - WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE It was a harsh stormy night, perfect weather for being dead. There I was resting in my grave peacefully, when some douche bags thought it would be a brilliant idea to come rob me. Maybe because I died a rich man they thought my riches were buried with me, but just like Saint Mathew said, “Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon Earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in Heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal.” I bet these idiots don’t read shit. Funny enough neither did I back then. After realizing this was an epic fail, they started arguing amongst themselves. Their bickering alerted the sexton who chased them away. They lef
It’s so nice to have you here again. Hope you are in good health? So how did you see my resurrection? Wasn’t what you were expecting right? Yeah me too. I was expecting a lot of lightening and thunder but He gave me a weak ass resurrection. Not even a welcome back party. Anyways let’s get on with this, shall we? THERE ARE NO SECOND CHANCES IN LIFE EXCEPT TO FEEL REMORSE ->CARLOSRUIZZAFN Thanks to the headache, I remember it now. I felt it again, this time worse than before. I relived the moment. There I was laying on my bed having the same dream over and over and over and over and over and over… I think that’s enough. Oh wait, one more , and over again.  
Shit! I almost died the second time. My stupid best friend had tried to kill me. He was a surgeon but he was dumb as fuck. Who shoots at a ghost?- damn, I’m not even a ghost! Would He have brought me back again if this hairy cunt had killed me? I don’t even wanna know. "Sometimes life gives you a second chance, or even two! Not always, but sometimes. It's what you do with those second chances that counts. -> DAVE WILSON “Bitch you missed. Shoot with your eyes open not closed.” “My eyes wasn’t closed”
Oh look at that, you've come again. It's so sweet of you. I feel like we are already best friends, I can feel us bonding. You come every week to read my dumb confessions and that's pretty amazing of you. So in the spirit of friendship, I will answer any question you have. And I really hope you stick with me through out my journey. “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a ride!" -> HUNTER S. THOMPSON
Hello there my name is Mason Woods, I died and was brought back to life to do a job I wholeheartedly do not want to do. I am robbed of my freedom. Welcome to my party"A normal human being does not want the Kingdom of Heaven: he wants life on Earth to continue."--> George Orwell."Fuck the government. Here's to the night we don't remember and the friends we won't forget. Let's get this fucking party started."This is by far the best speech I have ever made. I walked down the stage feeling proud. I sit at the bar drinking and watching them dance- I don't know how to dance and wouldn't want to disgrace myself.
Thank you so much for reading till the end! This really means a great deal to me. To those who have been with me since 50 reads, I have not forgotten you and I'm incredibly grateful to your support in the first three months of me writing Confessions Of An Exorcist back in 2020Readers from 50-1k reads of COE, thank you for the support and advice. And to my editor, Jayden and Chijioke, thank you for working on this with me. I'm eternally gratefulIt's been a great joy working on COE and if left for me, I wouldn't wanna end it but as sad as it may be, everything has an end.THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT
I wake up in front of a massive golden gate shinning as bright as the sun, if not brighter. I sluggishly get up and place my hand on the gate as I feel its warmth grace my skin. It feels good and gentle on my skin. I step back as I hear its iron creak and the gate slowly opening. A bright light from inside shines and I shield my eyes from it with my hand. I squint my eyes as I see a winged figure approaching me. It stops a few feet in front of me, its appearance still hidden with the light coming from it“Hello Mason Woods” I hear it say. It’s voice sounds masculine and gentleI come close but not close enough, something prevents me from seeing his face“Who are you?” I shakily ask“Oh, my bad” he said and his face becomes visible, the light dims “It’s me Michael. Nice to see you again, Mason”“Oh” I sigh “To be honest, it’s not nice to s
I’m happy to say this is the end of my confession. With this, I hope you know the life of an Exorcist is not so friendly and super like most would think. For the person reading this, if you’ve been with me since I started this boring tale, thank you If you haven’t, well, you’ve missed out in an amazing adventure. If you are reading this then that means you’ve been with me so never mind this old man. Anyways, you no longer have to read an old man’s rants about how he came back to life against his will—truth be told it’s been awesome. Most would be happy to come back to life but I’m not most, although, with time I learned to appreciate the gift—I’m glad I got this chance Jessica is no more. To think she came back to life as a vampire—now I know vampires are real too. It’s a crazy world, hehe I’m Mason Woods, a motherfucking Exorcist and this is my last confession
My Confession is nearing to the end. I’m really happy you stayed with me through out my boring Confessions, thank you. So Jessica is back, that was unexpected. Who knows the kind of trouble she will gift us this time. Everyone is now aware of my deal with Michael, let’s see how they will react Let’s begin, shall we? TO THE LAST, I GRAPPLE WITH THEE; FROM HELL’S HEART, I STAB AT THEE; FOR HATE’S SAJE, I SPIT MY LAST BREATH AT THEE HERMAN MELVILLE I told everyone Jayden is my son and no one wants to say anything, they are all silent—it’s a lot to take in I know but this tension isn’t good at all. I look at Haley and she can’t even look back at me. I don’t know what to say to her “How did he survive but Victor
How are you doing? Did you think I wouldn’t resurrect the second time? I think God loves me, hehe. Anyways I came back to life but someone wants to make sure I don’t come back the same or even better. Anyways, let’s see how it goes THEREFORE WE DO NOT LOSE HEART THOUGH OUTWARDLY WE ARE WASTING AWAY, YET INWARDLY WE ARE BEING RENEWED DAY BY DAY. FOR OUR LIGHT AND MOMENTARY TROUBLES ARE ACHIEVING FOR US AN ETERNAL GLORY THAT FAR OUTWEIGHS THEM ALL. SO WE FIX OUR EYES NOT ON WHAT IS SEEN, BUT ON WHAT IS UNSEEN, SINCE WHAT IS SEEN IS TEMPORARY, BUT WHAT IS UNSEEN IS ETERNAL 2 CORINTHIANS 4:16-18
I’m still dead if you are wondering. I can’t really do what he wants me to do and I know you also feel the same I do but fear not! For I have a great plan that will surely work He will be forced to let me go Let’s get started, shall we? HE WHO PASSIVELY ACCEPTS EVIL IS AS MUCH INVOLVED IN IT AS HE WHO HELPS TO PERPETRATE IT MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. With a glass of wine in his hand, he draw a pentagon with his blood and starts chatting some words quietly. He groans before taking a sip from his glass when he is done and the pentagon lights up. The room gets chilly and is immediately covered in bright red light, a light reaches from under the earth, stretching out as if to grab ho
I can’t stop wondering maybe all of this could have gone differently. But then I ask myself why didn’t it go differently? Is this some test that I have to pass? Or some form of punishment from Him? He maybe be able to sacrifice His son for humanity and since I couldn’t let go of mine, does that make me a bad person? So many questions but no one to answer themLet’s get this nonsense startedFOR ME, NO IDEOLOGICAL OR POLITICAL CONVICTION WOULD JUSTIFY THE SACRIFICE OF A HUMAN LIFE. FOR ME, THE VALUE OF LIFE IS ABSOLUTE, WITH NO CONCESSIONS. IT’S NOT NEGOTIABLE EDGAR RAMIREZI hear birds tweeting and the wind rushing graciously as it brushes gently on my skin. I slowly open my eyes, feeling a bit dazed. I groan as I find myself lying in a field with wonderful trees and grass. I groan as I sit up and scan the whole area in utter confusion. I don’t know where I am or how I got here and I feel this unbearab
So this cunt think it wise to show me things I choose to forget, things I don’t like to remember. Here I am thinking I have overcame the guilt of being the reason for their death—No I have but this is different. I need to save my sonLet’s beginGUILT DOES NOT CHANGE THE PASTGUILT DOES NOT MAKE THE FUTURE BETTERGUILT DOES NOT HELP OTHERS OR OURSELVESGUILT BLINDS US FROM THE ABILITY TO CHANGE, GROW AND IMPROVEIT’S TIME TO LET GO OF GUILTJESSICA ORTNERI slowly get up my feet to face him, breathing slowly to steady my breath, I ask“What’s the point in showing me all that?”“The point is for you to believe me Daddy”“You are not my son!” I yell “I know what you are trying to do and it will not
How would you feel if you found out that your lost son is alive? What would you do if you know the child you thought you had lost is alive but he is possessed by a high class demon who threatens to kill everyone in the world? Would you abandon the child you never got to meet and do what’s right or would you sacrifice the world for Him? As a father it’s your job to protect your children so I guess I’m not wrong if I sacrifice the world to save my son. What would you do?Let’s get on with today’s devastating confessionA FLOWER BLOOMED ALREADY WILTING.BEGINNING ITS LIFE WITH AN EARLY ENDINGL. J. GONZALEZI am at the hospital with Victoria, she thinks she is pregnant and for the fact that we have had two kids already makes me not doubt her judgement. We sit at the reception waiting patiently for the doctor to call us in&md