The Grapes Of Wrath: A Short Story

This is the crisis of each and every student that is out of time. That snail paced world they live in is now turning itself around and harming them. Their gate is now closing, leaving them with nothing but shattered dreams, and as they weep over said aspirations, they are unaware that God’s gate has been closed all this time. They feel his wrath that before was like a pesky fly hovering over the hot bowl of life. Now that sluggish fly has morphed into an omnipotent wasp, ready to sting them at any given moment with its infectious stinger. Yet their attendance record is not in the the best form it can be either. It’s moments away from falling to its death and ultimately disintegrating right in front of their eyes. In just a brief second they
Yes, students have used excuses back and forth, over and over again. But saying that it is one time, and that it will not happen again is pointless and weak. It’s unnecessary reasons like these that makes God’s wrath seem like a forest fire that only seems to grow larger as time passes by, and if you are caught in the lie, the flames only grow higher and destroy more. It won’t stop until the truth has been freed. Because if it does happen again, will the students actually man up and acknowledge their mistakes before it comes to haunt them? Or will it dissolve like the burning of paper as the flame begins waxing across and darkening in color? And what about the students that think a few minutes will not affect them at all? Don’t they know that a few short minutes can mean a lot between life and death? Yes, class may not be dangerous, but it should be thought of as a battlefield. A few meters off the target and you might end up dead instead. Later you will be asking for a second chance, but there are no extra chances in life, especially with God’s