100-WordChalenge, Day 357


 

Morning Star
Morning Star (Photo credit: MCS@flickr)

“Only the dead may access Heaven?” I ask as a plan starts to form in my mind.

Gloriana looks up at me, one of the few who will do so without flinching, and says, “only the dead. The earth bound Angels are stuck in their physical form, and those who were caught outside the gates, when He disappeared, have taken up residence in purgatory.”

“Interesting,” I say aloud. My mind races as I remember the last time the gates of heaven were locked. The Morning Star had rebelled and Heaven shook with the fury of battle until He cast the rebels out.

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100-Word Challenge, Day 357


 

Morning Star
Morning Star (Photo credit: MCS@flickr)

“Only the dead may access Heaven?” I ask as a plan starts to form in my mind.

Gloriana looks up at me, one of the few who will do so without flinching, and says, “only the dead. The earth bound Angels are stuck in their physical form, and those who were caught outside the gates, when He disappeared, have taken up residence in purgatory.”

“Interesting,” I say aloud. My mind races as I remember the last time the gates of heaven were locked. The Morning Star had rebelled and Heaven shook with the fury of battle until He cast the rebels out.

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100-Word Challenge: Chapter Eight


CHAPTER EIGHT

 

Robert walked through the crowd of people shuffling about the city, each intent on whatever little task had driven them from their buildings, oblivious to the humanity surrounding them. Bees. They’re just like bees. Little drones sent out by their queens. Robert disliked the analogy, but it was appropriate. They had lost their way, their sense of community. He loved humanity, but he despised what it had become. Self-serving and self-concerned, mankind had lost its spirit. Occasionally there were flashes where God’s work shone through, but it was becoming infrequent. “Perhaps a good flood would do them well.”

“Well it would certainly clean the place up a bit,” Adriel said. She floated just above the ground, invisible to all but Robert or any other Light touched. “However, as I recall things, the smell after the last one was pretty atrocious. A world full of carrion and only a handful of animals left to consume it? What a stench.” Continue reading “100-Word Challenge: Chapter Eight”

100-Day Challenge, Day 317


 

Inside The Tunnel
Inside The Tunnel (Photo credit: Riggzy)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

 

I hear claws on concrete moving through the tunnels fast. The tunnel is shrouded in darkness and fog, hiding what comes my way. The noise grows louder by the second until it is a roar of clicking and scratching that threatens to overwhelm me. I stay loose, ready to lunge the moment the enemy makes an appearance. I had not planned on facing more than a handful of summoned or conjured creatures. Thoughts of being overwhelmed flash through my mind and are quickly banished. I will survive this or I will not. Worrying only assists my enemies and I would give them nothing but death.

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100-Day Challenge, Day 317


 

Inside The Tunnel
Inside The Tunnel (Photo credit: Riggzy)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

 

I hear claws on concrete moving through the tunnels fast. The tunnel is shrouded in darkness and fog, hiding what comes my way. The noise grows louder by the second until it is a roar of clicking and scratching that threatens to overwhelm me. I stay loose, ready to lunge the moment the enemy makes an appearance. I had not planned on facing more than a handful of summoned or conjured creatures. Thoughts of being overwhelmed flash through my mind and are quickly banished. I will survive this or I will not. Worrying only assists my enemies and I would give them nothing but death.

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100-Word Challenge, Day 267


“What were you thinking?” Gloriana asks as she turns on Julius. “Bringing him here of all places? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” She paces back and forth in the narrow hall just inside the door. “How will we get him out of here without being discovered?”

“I don’t know,” says Julius, “but I couldn’t leave him to die, could I?”

“Well of course not!” she snaps, “but you could have taken him somewhere else.” She storms off down the hall, her beauty unblemished by her fury, with Julius trailing close behind, leaving me alone in the entryway, wondering what is going on.

100-Word Challenge, Day 229


It is when I clear the third flight of stairs that it occurs to me: I never left the first floor. The security guards had dragged me to the interrogation room, but we never got in an elevator and there wasn’t some big ramp upwards, so we never went up.  That means that I am heading into the basement, not out of the building.

What kind of a jackass marks a stairwell as emergency exit when it takes you further into the building? I am glad I don’t work here.  If the building catches fire people will die down here.