A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.3

Gabriel rushed past Gwenn, gathering Jamika into his arms and jumping high into the air and hovering there, just to the right of the scene below them. Jamika expected a bright light or maybe an inky blackness to burst forth when the jar opened, but she got neither. There was movement, and it was pouring […]

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A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.2

“Oh, ‘Mika, I know you can’t possibly understand, but everything I’ve done for the past four years has been to get what I deserve,” Gwenn said, not noticing Jamika’s movements with the knife. She suddenly twirled around, clutching the jar to her emaciated chest like it was her child; the absolute bliss on her face […]

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A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.0

The glowing red eyes turned their attention to the headlights making their way up the southbound arm of the crossroads. It was a sports car, like a newer model Ford Mustang, blue with two grey racing stripes going from hood to trunk. As it approached the intersection, the Mustang slowed to a stop. A young […]

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A Talk about Heaven

​Gabriel sighed and sat stiffly on the motel bed. The thing made his skin crawl with the amount of lust and wrath  that radiated from just the sheets beneath him. He could only imagine what he’d feel if he actually touched the bed. The prophet (he had to remind himself that her name was Jamika, […]

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Space micro fic #7

On dark nights, a saint will rise from their bed, go outside, and gaze with wonder at the moon. A breeze will caress them, a divine embrace elegantly transcribed into the realm of mere mortals. Light, far brighter than any produced in this universe, will set their eyes ablaze, and with eyes far older than […]

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