I sighed and puffed out my cheeks, my eyes narrowed and dark. I turned my glare briefly towards the notepad to the right of my laptop before looking back out the window. The rain was perfect for a setting idea. Cold rain lashing against a tattered human as they walk sightless through the storm. Now the question (which I couldn’t answer) was what was going on? What was the story? Plot? Nothing that I could think of at the moment. Typically, I could think of something, even if it was only something short. Right now? Nothing.
“What? Little Miss Novelist having trouble with her latest creation?” I heard Shiloh call from my right with a muffled clatter of silverware.
I looked over and saw he had placed another cup of tea by me. I smiled shyly shook my shoulders to convey a slight yes. I glanced from the tea cup back to him and raised an eyebrow. I hadn’t bought another cup. No matter how good it is, I don’t have enough money to buy more than one a day.
“From the same person who wrote this,” he explained as he pulled a folded note out of his pocket.
I reached for it slowly before ripping out of his hand. I gave him a suspicious look before unfolding the note. I glared up at him, his eyes too happy and mischievous to be from anyone but him. I grabbed my small white board and a marker. Haha, very funny. There are better ways to flirt Shi.
Shiloh let out a loud brief laugh before shaking his head. “Please, you wish it was me, Charley,” he said as he ruffled my hair. “Later Charles,” he called as he walked back to his station behind the cash register.
I pouted and looked at the cup. I tapped my pencil and wondered if he was joking or not. Shiloh was so nice, but sometimes I couldn’t tell when he was serious about what he thought of me....
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..., his face was devoid of emotion.
"What was easier?" I growled out in response.
He smirked wryly. "Why making you happy of course," he replied, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"And why would you want that?" I asked.
"Souls happy when they die are easier to move. How do you think you could suddenly speak again?"
I stopped. Souls? Manipulating the mind? Death? "When you said...Azrael...You literally meant...you were...the angel death," I said slowly. I heard him make a noise which affirmed what I'd said. "You made me forget Shiloh, so you could win me over, and then you gave me my voice back? Only to kill me?" I screeched.
I rushed forward, energy flowing through me like blood would. I clenched a hand into a fist and aimed for his face. before I could even make contact, he lifted a hand to my head. Soon after, I was plunged into darkness.
Kenedy, X.J., and Dana Goia. "Shiloh." Literature: An Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, Drama, and Writing. Ed. Dana Goina and X.J. Kenedy. Eleventh edition. New York: Longman, 2010. pg. 569-578. Print.
“Thank you, sir. I just don’t understand what’s happening, this seems so surreal...Mr. Morris, Where is Lizzie?”
Angel is portrayed as a strange and confused character from the beginning, being raised by a single mother. She is always shown to be frustrated about how he is living his life, mainly because he is not seeing his priest for life guidance. Angel’s Mother is forcefully trying to change her son’s ways without really trying to figure out what his problem is. Angel is clearly afraid to admit his sexuality to his mother. When Angel agrees to go back to the church his mom is quick to emphasize the prayer to Angel and you can see the uncomforting look on his face. Angel’s issues and confusion begins with his unloving mother that clearly does not love hers son.
“I don’t know, I’m not sure how this works either.” Her reply did not satisfy him, but he couldn’t think of how to go about telling a ghost (if that’s what she is) that they are
devil, and those angels are known as "demons", as is Satan himself. Satan had been an angel, but decided to do his own thing. Angels can see all aspects of a situation instantly, since they are so very wise.
Authors who write the best books normally don’t have the perfect childhood. What they go through shapes how they see the world and some readers do not agree or understand consequently, the book is banned. From the in-depth imagery to the friendships made during war, the literary masterpiece Fallen Angels, by Walter Dean Myers, uses the horrors of Vietnam War as his back drop but was criticized for his use of profanities and racism.
I peered around through the rain, desperately searching for some shelter, I was drowning out here. The trouble was, I wasn’t in the best part of town, and in fact it was more than a little dodgy. I know this is my home turf but even I had to be careful. At least I seemed to be the only one out here on such an awful night. The rain was so powerfully loud I couldn’t hear should anyone try and creep up on me. I also couldn’t see very far with the rain so heavy and of course there were no street lights, they’d been broken long ago. The one place I knew I could safely enter was the church, so I dashed.
The voices in my head become a swelling crescendo. I forcefully grab my head in between my hands as the words echo through my skull. Pain pulsates with every word. I squeeze my temples hard with my palms but the pain is unbearable. Clawing at my face, a scream rips through me; sapping every last drop of energy in my body. Like a rag doll, I collapse onto the cold concrete floor as a growing darkness overcomes me.
“I said the three things that you told me to say to myself. And I used the feeling that you told me to attach to it. And then I just quieted my mind and just waited there.”
A poll that was published in TIME magazine showed that 69 percent of people believe in Angels, 46 percent of which believe they have a personal guardian angel. Descriptions of these angels include a wide range of appearances. Some are only lights or a hovering golden halo; while others describe their angel as human, half human, or even animal! Angels are said to descend upon those who are in need of salvation (from evil or hell), or who need direction in life, in pain or suffering physically or emotionally, or to those who need simple things such as directions or a winning lottery ticket. Angelic encounters are sometimes life-changing, but always leave the experience spiritually/physically/emotionally revived, comforted, and less negative. "Rocky" situations in one's life are handled easier and with less stress.
I realized my weakness while trying to open my eyes. I rolled his gaze up beneath my closed lids and let go the bitten apple I was holding in my hand.
Suddenly, I snapped awake. It really was the day of my party, and it really was pouring down rain outside. I trudged out of my room and had breakfast, all the while staring gloomily at the storm raging outside.
I raised my arms in anger, ?I?m talking to you.? Instantly his arm swung swiftly, like steel, it impacted on mine. Fear bulged from my eyeballs, he grasped both my hands and heaved me up. My feet dangled in the air.
“oh Charles of course I forgive you if anything im glad it happen at least now you know without a doubt that I care about you only you Charles and not your money.”