Category Archives: Angel

Sign…a poem

if angels exist I think they’re grumpy guys with swords who go around killing other angels in gang wars they probably have a hierarchy secret handshakes and drink a lot of Fairy Wine at clandestine meetings where they laugh and … Continue reading

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Angels…a short story

“Did you hear about all the angels falling out of the sky?” she asked, making sucking noises with her straw, twirling it across the bottom of her glass. “I thought that was hype,” he said, adding more sugar to his … Continue reading

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From Candy…

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Spot and Elizabeth are responsible for decorating a tree for one of the guest houses…

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The angel in my workshop…

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You just never know about angels…short story

“It’s true then,” she whispered, looking down at herself.  “The blood on a shirt does actually look like a Rorschach blot.” She crumpled gracefully to the ground and lay still.  The sky looked pretty and she could hear birds singing. … Continue reading

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The Trouble with Angels…a short story Part 2

Pixabay “Didn’t you used to wear a crown and flowers around your neck?” “I took them off,” said the lamb.” “Why?” asked the little girl. “Crowns are silly and heavy.  Besides, I don’t want to represent a god that would … Continue reading

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The Trouble with Angels…A shortish story

“It’s so dark.” “Try opening your eyes.” “They’re swollen shut.” “I told you not to touch the lamb.” “I didn’t think angels were so mean.” “I don’t know why not.” “I thought they guarded us.” There was a long pause.  … Continue reading

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Okay, so…Angels

If you believe in angels do you think they feel bad when we die?  Why would they?  Why should they?  How could they possibly care about us at all?  Seriously, I don’t think we are important enough for any alien … Continue reading

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Longer than a short story…it kind of got away from me…like life, I guess.

batsgeba.deviantart.com   “Hey,” she said. The guy in the hoodie grumbled. “You don’t look so good.” He laughed softly but didn’t move. “What’s your problem?” she asked, walking closer.  “Hungry?” He sighed and his hands twitched. “Come on, I’ll treat … Continue reading

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