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Post by wolf on Jun 8, 2020 21:25:29 GMT
Thanks wolfbear , I'll bring part II as soon as I can.
Been a little bit hectic here. But okay. I am also hoping to post some stuff too, hopefully soon. Can't wait for part 2 though.
......pokin' and proddin' finger is gettin' itchy. 
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Post by wolfbear on Jun 13, 2020 19:11:39 GMT
I am also hoping to post some stuff too, hopefully soon. Can't wait for part 2 though.
......pokin' and proddin' finger is gettin' itchy.
Lol, my patience is worn thin, I'm jonesin' again. Lol, i have not been around much lately. But I will try to cook up some words this week |
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Post by wolf on Jun 16, 2020 19:28:00 GMT
"Angel And The Demon"
(Part IV)
There it was. The Demon. Steadily, but not swiftly, bouncing out into view, in her own unique way. All boobs and butt, like bags of mashed potatoes. Not the soupy kind, but the firm lumpy type. And that well known irked grimmace is on her face. The eyes, that would have been beautiful if they were set in any other face, normally bugged out in an almost imperceptible way. Now they bulge with a small seething rage. She is livid. She came from the side of the too pale nauseatingly yellow painted house, walking down the drive way she stops and stands leaning on the back end of her gold colored car. She breathes through gritted teeth, letting out an audible and guttural sound, a shrewishly cliche...."URRRRUUHHH!"
It was the sound of Old Girl being her, and having a good time, that was maddeningly irksome to her. And what is worse, is that at any other time, the Demon would have been doing the exact same thing herself. But no one liked her or her music, and no sweet rambunctious child would be running out to greet and shout out to her. She looks around frustrated, Old Girl isn't here for her to focus her murderously evil and unconsciously cursing thoughts on. The Angel didn't have to be in her head to know what she was thinking. The seraph knew her very well. Just then, in that moment, the Demon got an urgent and irresistible itch. Her hand shoots up to her nose, rubbing it vigorously. Angel chuckles a little sadly and underbreath says, "On the nose." Yeah, Demons always have to tell the truth, one way or another. No, the Angel didn't have to be in that head to know what was going on, and had been in there before. THAT mind was a pulsating wormy cesspool of a place, where ArchAngels did not wade into unless it was absolutely necessary. And then.....there it is......Right there on her cheek, the mark of Cain. It's one of those things that is there, but not there at the same time. Something that most people could not, or would not, ever see. It glares out brazenly to the Angel now, with her ire. The Watcher could always catch glimpses of it.....even long before the seraph had died. Not every Demon is a child of Cain, and not every child of Cain is a Demon. But THIS one had it all going on for her. Even if Old Girl had been within sight, the Demon could not hurt her. The pretty and long legged, who had never hurt anyone, is in the care of the watching Protector, just like everyone else in the neighborhood. The Demon could no longer harm them, or the Watcher, anymore. Not since the Angel had died.
The sun climbs higher, and is putting out more warmth. The Demon sweats and doesn't like the soft heat, the good light burns her skin an ugly mottled hot pink red, on the bad days. Directly across the street from the Demons house, the Put Upon Mother opens her front door and carries out a large full black trashbag, and she struggles it over to the garbage cans at side of her pleasant gray, and white trimmed home. As always, she looks harried and tired. With that phony, sickening sweet tone (her whore voice, she uses on the phone) the Demon interrupts her hurried trek back into the house. Making her stop and chat, knowing that she needs to get back inside to her young ones. Being a control freak and getting attention always has been one of the Demons favorite forms of entertainment, especially when she's in a foul mood. The Put Upon Mother, polite and nice as ever, cheerfully says "Good Morning!" and manages to escape being ensnared in an unproductive and lengthy conversation. She's older and well experienced. When she gets back inside, and closes the white front door, the Demon is looking around everywhere again. Seeking someone, or something, to harm or disrupt. Her primary and favorite weapon of choice firmly in her grasp.....that damn phone. The thing that is nearly as obnoxious as she is. And just then, as the Guardian faithfully watches on, she locks her eyes on the gooseneck trailer. Her searching is over, she's found a trouble and hardship she can cause, and she gets to use her phone to boot! She almost smiles to herself, as her brain is clicking and grinding away, concocting what she was going to be saying next.
.......now is when the Angel throws off the invisibility and quickly rises up out of the chair...... the Zippo falling deeper into that front pocket, chinging and jingling with the gold coins there......
- Wolf
(Final Part V in next post. I'm pretty sure I can finish this up in one more post. )
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2020 15:14:05 GMT
Wow... why have I not visited this section until today? Enjoying the creativity and talent. Keep them coming!!!
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Post by muskrat on Jul 7, 2020 1:22:55 GMT
Where All, What All :season six, vol. 3 WHITHERING TIMBERS, or ‘When Anna Came Home Unchaperoned’
part One:
And so it Came to pass, one ill-spent spring day in late April, exposed to the vile elements at play alongside the eastern rim of the grassy valley bowl that is Cobblers Bush, the sixteenth division of Olson Slone’s Lone Rollers lay down their smoke wagons and embraced inferior religion. By which, I mean, these lean and sadistic desperados put down their guns and sold their souls to hades—did it on their knees with tears in their eyes.
No one saw it comin, not one shite mulcher in the whole tri-county wasteland; especially not Wilson Diller, Captain of Slone’s 15th division—presently freezing to death, dabbling in cannibalism, and desperately awaiting aid and succor from the long anticipated arrival of the traitorous 16th battalion. When word of the betrayal came to Diller’s tent, the captain ceased sucking the marrow from his own lance corporal’s left femur bone and howled in moribund amusement. The jig was up—the losing lot cast at last. “Dig in, me mongrols,” growled Diller, “Let us break our fast on the Dead...”
Forget I said that last part, I wasn’t supposed to tell. Just ye be known that the 15th Division shown their more bitter angels that day, and the lone bonfire soon reeked of spoiled horse and infantry. The rising heat and commotion loosed the greatest avalanche on Wormwood county record, instantly freezing the mercenary ghouls in the nucleus of a newborne glacier.
This left only the turncoat 16th Division of the legendary Lone Rollers to offer any manner of resistance to Pastor Nash’s Traveling Condemnation Show—those snake-skinned naval worshippers had become worse than Crowley’s crew, and were converting half of Wormwood to the side of ol Scratch. Some spoke of actual shape-shifters, full-on beast men weened on kitten tongue and rat milk. Human sacrifice was no longer even considered unless the victim was virginal, and pre-pubed.
And so it was, in the face of so horrid a foe, it seemed the legendary 16th Division of the Lone Roller outlaw knights decided to cease fighting and surrender their souls to Mogg. All hope seemed lost, and those of us still settled in Wormwood felt our heroes had betrayed us.
Next Week: News from the South
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Post by muskrat on Jul 7, 2020 2:10:41 GMT
Uhh...if nodoby objects I think I’ll just re-title this lil piece and give it its own neat and tidy thread—just make it easier should I keep monkeying with it.
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Post by wolf on Jul 8, 2020 14:05:38 GMT
Uhh...if nodoby objects I think I’ll just re-title this lil piece and give it its own neat and tidy thread—just make it easier should I keep monkeying with it.
Great stuff you're doing really enjoying it!
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Post by wolf on Jul 25, 2020 16:19:29 GMT
I've been really busy with work and other things, but will finish "Angel and the Demon" soon.
Here's something I've been thinking on for a very long time, and have decided it will be the next short I will get to .
(If I write it down, I'll get to it, and get it done sooner. 😊)
Title: "Pop. 178"
About 80 miles away from a big Somewhere, out in the middle of one of many Nowheres......there's a Place. An off and mildly unsettlingly odd small town. Where often stranger things can happen.......
- Wolf
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Post by wolf on Aug 3, 2020 18:01:32 GMT
"Angel And The Demon"
(Part V)
The Angel stood up and moved, none too slowly, to the middle of the neatly mowed front yard. Cigarette clenched in teeth behind thinned curled lip, and arms folded across chest. The Demon didn't notice at first. But through the picture window across the street.....Tarzan did.....and he came busting and bouncing out through the white framed stormed door one more time. Angel never took hard frozen grey eyed fire gaze off the Demon. She heard the child and glanced up from her dreaded iPhone, finally seeing the Archangel standing there in stalwart stance. The Dev's eyes bugged again, but this time with a heated flush of fear and loathing. Angel thought, "Yeah. Remember ME?" Their eyes were locked, and the seraph wouldn't release that hold until Tarzan was handled. Again time slowed comfortably for the Guardian, and a gentle breeze carried the wonderful scent of the Chef and wife's roses. The great Mother was letting her angel know that She was watching, and well pleased with her useful, servant avenger.....and God, the almighty smiled unseen....getting some morning entertainment.
Tarzan, the brown and beautiful child, landed in the middle of his own manicured front yard. "ANGEL!....Whut are you doooin'!?" he shouted and measuredly drawled out. Angel chuckles, grimly but with love and amusement. Lifted a hand fixed in the ancient form of a peace sign (index and middle fingers closed side by side) and made a circular 'wax off' motion at the boy. The gesture would merely appear to be nothing more than a simple wave. To the Demon....and anyone else who might be looking on. One street over some other person was driving by with a radio playing loud enough to be heard. And FM D-Jay prophets were forecasting.....a "Showdown"....
Things were about to happen quite quickly now. The Angel released the Demons stale stare, and she was compelled to choose a speed dial number. Her mother. Again......that was who she had been speaking to earlier, when the Angel felt that painless ache of the long gone boxers break. THAT irritant of a she, was of no particular concern. A lesser demon she was, more occupied with greed and acquiring material and glamorous goods. Rather than perpin' dire harm and insidious mayhem like her spawn. Angel turned and smiled benevolently, saying to him, "oh...just stepping out and lookin' around to see what's goin' on today." And with that, the boy went blank for a moment. He reached up and brushed a long lock of brown hair from his eyes, suddenly remembering that there was rummaging to be done! The child had free will, and the suggestion appealed to him, so he bounds back into the blue house....to begin the wild rumpus of ran sacking his older sisters room, while they were away at school.
The Demon got the Angels fully focused immediate attention now. The sharp glinting cool eyes locked hers again, and she hung up on her hyena b!tch of a dame. Glaring at the Watcher her eyes hurt and squinted, the plain white shirt Angel wore, seemed to glow bright in the sunlight. But she sensed there was something different too. Something she could not, and would not see. Not until she dies, that is. What she (and even humble good chef's wife) couldn't see , were the Archangel wings stretching out and briefly spreading. They'd been in confinement for quite sometime, and now were getting some good exorcise. The Demon looked disturbed and minutely distracted , briefly she thought about number 1 on her speed dial......'Code Enforcement'. The Watchful felt the intention....and though even the Demon didn't know this....the Angel knew the malevolence that came with it. Angelic pate shook back and forth, slowly and firmly. Adamantly saying, "NO."
And in her cess pool of a worm infested mind, Angel quietly suggested, "....the damn trailer isn't hurting ANYONE." Angel had been here before with that venomous her. If she called the city's Code Enforcement, the innocent Workoholic would be fined exorbitantly, and watched (and harassed) for months thereafter. The Demons eyes bulged a little more, fearing the grey eyes staring and the head shaking 'no' so slowly. Just a couple of years before there would have been a confrontation....an argument.....a retreat. And a pounding on slammed shut steel door. And a boxers break in a hands side bone would have happened. But that was then. Before the Angel had died.
The Demon returned the phone to her sloppy overfilled bra, for safe keeping, and turned to skulk back into the rebelliously ugly pus yellow house. Still her eyes held in thrall by the icy gray gaze. Angel finally looked away with a snort of disgust and contempt....letting her retreat defeated.
- Wolf
(Part VI in next post. Just one more guys. .....sorry I don't have time to proofread. Bear with me, please. 🙂)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2020 18:17:16 GMT
"Angel And The Demon"
(Part V)
Good stuff, wolfie. I've never called Code Enforcement, and after reading that I never will. |
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Post by wolf on Aug 3, 2020 18:33:15 GMT
Thanks Dio!
.....just read some of what I posted, dang autocorrect is giving me fits today!
I'll fix the typos and finish reading what I messed up later.
Thanks for reading diobolic. 😊
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Post by Dizzy on Aug 8, 2020 15:08:04 GMT
wolf i Love Your Angel an the Demon Ones they are Really Cool an Very Good To Read sis c017 You are Very Tlant as well imo.
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Post by wolf on Aug 8, 2020 15:14:16 GMT
wolf i Love Your Angel an the Demon Ones they are Really Cool an Very Good To Read sis  You are Very Tlant as well imo. |
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Post by wolf on Sept 13, 2020 16:47:36 GMT
Hey diobolic 😊
Dio, you call code enforcement on anyone who seriously needs to clean up their act!
.....it's just not right to bring heat down on hard working man, who has merely parked a trailer for a couple of hours on a street, and isn't causing a traffic problem. 😊.....lol, I've seen all kinds of things in my time. 😉
I'll be back to finishing "Angel and the Demon" after I get my chapter of the 2020 Halloween Story completed. 😊
I've got money work going on right now, that I'm spending a lot of time on.
That and the Halloween Story are my priorities at the moment.
See y'all later!
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Post by wolf on Nov 11, 2020 3:32:11 GMT
"Angel and the Demon"
(Part VI)
The Angel turned and walked back to the humble straight backed seat, mood a bit darker and slightly brooding. The Demon wasn't finished for the day, and Angel knew it. Felt it. The faint ache in the hand was still pulsing occasionally. Grabbing the back of the chair, the Watcher lifted and swung it off the porch, taking it to the middle of the yard and planting it down. Sat down it on and stretched out strong legs. The cool wide blades of the St. Augustine grass always felt so good under bare feet. Tarzan and the Guardian had always agreed upon that, as well as many other pleasant little facts of life. Looking back 2 doors down, Angel watched, arms up and long fingers linked behind head. Soaking in the suns good warmth felt good too, and right now Angel didn't care what anyone, who might be looking on, were seeing or thinking.
Nothing much happened for an hour or so. The Watcher watched. Enjoying a few more long white clouds sailing slowly across the sky, and a chittering squirrel playing chase with a scolding Mockingbird. They were flitting and darting about branches, in a tree centered in the yard between the Workaholic's house and the Put upon Mother's place. Quite some time had passed, Angel looked up to the sun and estimated that it must be about 10:00 a.m. by now. A few more minutes and another rose scented breeze passed by, when the sharp ears heard a familiar truck engine and more Rock and Roll approaching the North bus stop corner. As the truck rounded the small bend in the road, the music became louder and clearer. More Led Zeppelin. Tarzan heard the music and the truck too. It was his Dad. He burst out of the house just as the truck pulled up and parked in front of the trailer. The Workaholic got out the trucks cab, arms open wide as his child leapt up like a wild monkey into his arms, shouting "Dad! Rock and Roooollll!". Angel smiled, that was one of the reasons why Tarzan liked Old Girl so much, she listened to and liked the same music he and his Dad did. So did Angel. Tarzan climbed back down his Dad like a tree and raced back into the house to hide the evidence of his rummaging excursion. (the sisters would still know what he had done, especially the younger irritable one, but till then the Mama wouldn't) After the storm door slammed shut again, and the Workaholic closed the truck door, he looked down at the Demon's house with a worried, minutely furrowed brow. He turned to Angel, smiling and waved. He gave a quick nod in the direction of the horrible, unreasonable bitch's location saying, "You seen her today?" The Guardian replied in a cheerful tone, "Yeah. She's been out early. But she's not in one of THOSE moods." The Workaholic laughed, "I hope not! I'll move it soon and get it out of the way!" Angel waved, reassuring him, "I know! It's alright. Not hurting anything where it is. I'll keep a look out for her and give you heads up if I see anything." The hardworking man smiled, "Thanks! Appreciate that, Angel." The seraph just nodded and went back looking into the trees branches, for more entertaining squirrels and birds to watch. Simple pleasures. Priceless things they are.
A little more time passed and the Workaholic came back out to hook up the trailer and go back to work. The Angel felt a thirst, and felt safe to leave the watch long enough to get a cool drink. On the way back into the house, Angel picked up the coffee cup from the concrete slab porch and took it back into the narrow galley style kitchen. Tossed it into the dishwasher, and opened a cabinet to get a large glass. The side of the right hand still pulsing occasionally. Telling the Angel to get back outside soon. Going to the fridge, ice was waiting to fill the glass, in the freezer. And opening the refrigerator side, took out a large pitcher of iced tea to pour over the ice in the tall thick walled glass. While pouring, the Protector noticed a long neck beer bottle shudder and barely rattle amongst all it's lined up soldier like brethren. It was a small pleasing clinking glass sound it made. Angel laughed out softly, "Uh oh! Company is comin'." ..........
The Angel went back outside and took the seat once more, drinking the cold tea. The Workaholic was done and just driving off with the trailer, giving a fare well wave to Angel, when the Demons front door was heard opening. The grey eyes looked straight ahead at the Mockingbirds tree acrosss the street, but carefully watched her peripherally. She was pretending to have to go out to her car to get something, but what she was really doing was watching the Workaholic......and the Angel. As she was walking back to her own white front door, a long shadow flew overhead and circled. Like a very large bird flying low, no need to look up, the seraph knew what (who) it was. The Comer had arrived. "...sure to make quite an entrance, no doubt..." the Angel thought, even if no one would see it but the seraph sitting in the middle of the yard. The shadow flew on and disappeared, then suddenly under the canopy of the older trees in front of the Chef's house, The Comer flew in and landed in Angel's vacant driveway. His wing span 14 foot across, the glowing feathers were white like Angel's but the undersides had fine pearly dove gray shades. In flight the fine wings were as silent as an owls in flight and hunting in the night. He was dressed as casually as Angel, but a little different. The sleeveless T-shirt was a clean faded black and proudly sported the seal-like emblem of Ramones fame. The jeans faded and bright, but the feet were shod. Classic black Converse sneakers. He shook his wings spectacularly, then folded them to his back letting them melt away. "About time you showed up. You better be invisible." Angel told him. "Of course I am!.....I'll release it gradually" he winked and grinned, as spectacularly as he had shaken those magnificent wings. "Hey, I saw THAT her, when I was overhead. You still having to put up with that thing?" Angel turned and handed The Comer the glass, offering to share the cold drink, saying "Yes. She's been active this morning. And earlier than usual." As they chatted, The Comer very slowly released his invisibility so it would appear, to anyone who might be looking on, that he had been there for quite some time, and they just couldn't remember seeing him arrive. Just one of those useful little angelic tricks that seraphs develop and master over time. Even Chef's good wife wouldn't see him. This Brother in Arms had died long before the Angel had.
The tea was gone. Suddenly the awful noises from the side gate down the street rang out again. The Comer sighed, then said and asked "I know that sound...... So, like, where's the beer, Man? " Angel raised an eyebrow, "There's beer in the fridge, like always, at least one has your name written all over it. Go get us a couple, and I'll get you chair. I know you're going to sit here and drink my house dry again." The Comer laughed, "If we run out, I'll go get more!" The Angel looked at him again with an eyebrow raised even higher, "You got coin?" The Brother in Arms smiled and putting a hand deep into a front right pocket and jingled an impressive sounding amount of coins. "Angel chuckled and replying with a skeptical tone, "I know you've got gold, but do have the silver of the realm?" The Comer reached with the other hand deep into his left front pocket, chinging around load of coins that sounded just as plentiful. Angel laughed, "Go get us some beer.....she's going to be coming out soon, I can feel it. And she's probably seen YOU by now. You know how she spies on everyone through those heavy curtains she never opens." The other seraph nodded, "....that's why I want to start drinking NOW, Man."...........
Angel got the Comer the spare chair from the one spare room of the white house, placing it catty corner a few feet away from the porch chair in the yard, and sat down stretching out again. The Comer came back with 4 long neck bottles of beer, noticing that the seat had him facing the Demon's ugly lair and driveway. Taking the chair to Angels left, he commented while handing over 2 of the drinks, "Ohhh....you want me to work! And watch her house too." The resident Watcher was still in an irritated pensive mood, but was determined to feel better. "I'm watching your blind spot, you watch mine." The Comer grinned and produced a pair of Ray Charles black sunglasses out of nowhere and put them on, "Got it. So what do you think? Are you going to end up killing her?" They twisted off tops from the bottles, and Angel let out a long exasperated sigh, "No. I don't think I'll have to. She's doing a good job of killing herself." The Comer nodded, more solemn, the grin recessed very much. "She's deserves it you know. She killed you friend." The Protector thought on that for a moment, lifting the sweating bottle and drinking deeply, then said, "...she and a few others. I'm better than her. And I DID send all of her curses BACK to her." The Angel had suffered greatly from the Demons actions and words in the past....but that was before the seraph had died. Even as a mortal Angel had endured and survived the torments and long tortures from the Demon....and others. Quite winningly. Angel was one of a rare few that was strong enough to take it. A mortal (with the same free will as little Tarzan, to do right or not) that was not only chosen, but destined to ever be an Archangel, as was made to be. The Guardian pulled the pack of Marlboro's out of a rolled up shirt sleeve, pulled out two and lit them, handing one over to the companion. At the same time they both heard HER front door open. "Uh oh, SHOWTIME." laughed The Comer. "Yeah, I know. I been waiting on it. She's going to stop by here, you know that." The Battle companion grinned again, "This should be interesting."
The Demon got into the ostentatious champagne gold Buick.(the cars color would have looked good on someone else...like Old Girl, maybe....but not THIS whore) It was the same color that she liked to paint her finger and toe nails, nothing but the BEST for her of course. She thought it was extremely attractive. But on her it was gaudy and cheap...like her. She took her time about starting up the car and (just like Old Girl) rolling down the electric windows, except she didn't crank up her radio this time. Both the angels knew what that meant, she was going to have something to say. Like always. She made them wait. Control freak, knowing they would be waiting to see which direction she would head down the street when she backed out of the driveway. They knew. She underestimated them, especially underestimated Angel. Like always......
She did turn on the radio, but kept it low, and of course she pointed the cars rear South and headed for Angels end of the street. Her eyes gleamed lustfully taking in the fine visage of the Comer. He was just her favorite type. Ash blond with golden Sol-kissed surfer tan, lighter than Angel's deeper darker Soleil-loved color, and darker hair soon to be lighter from being being out in the sun so much....same as black horses that is out in the pastures all day and every day, fine midnight coats taking on dark reddish tones from sun bleaching. As she drove towards the white house, she pulled in close to the curb opposite the pair. Eyeing the Comer and whipping out her best coquette smile, she exclaimed in the sickening saccharin whore voice, "Well hiiii! Haven't seen YOU in a long time! How you doing gorgeous!?" The Comer looked straight ahead back towards her house, with one hand he lifted his bottle and drank, at the same time giving a quick curt wave with the other hand, "Okay, I guess. How are you?" Angel's gut clenched and the hair on the arms prickled and the skin there threatened to crawl off, at the sound of her voice. The screeching and terrible clanging of her side gate sounded more pleasant to both the seraphs....and even to the birds and squirrels around, who were skittering and scurrying in the trees around them in agitation. Angel felt for the littles ones, as they felt for their Protector. "I'm alright. Going shopping today, you need anything?" she asked with an ever so false benevolence. The Comer lifted and showed her the beer bottle and grinned rather cheerlessly, "Nope! Got everything I need right here!" An offering of a favor....it was one of her THINGS she did. Pick up a pack of smokes, or a 6 pack of Coke a Cola for someone, never wanting reimbursement, but at a later time she would be definitely looking for the 'pounds and pounds and pounds of flesh', that were what she THOUGHT was hers to rightfully have. The Comer's response didn't surprise her, but she still felt some disappointment. She then decided she'd made Angel suffer enough, depriving the Good Neighbor of her ever so 'desirable attention'. Her smile changed, from one of seduction and flirtation fueled by the thinly veiled hungering yen, to a slightly coarser tone. Underlying it, there was a hate. Most would not have detected that, but it was terribly there to both of the seraphs ears. "What about you Angel? It's supposed to be hotter today. If you're going to out here like that, you should put on some sunscreen, like I do. You could get cancer. Want me to get you some?" ...........
The Comer was sitting, across the lawn, only about a foot and a half closer to her car window than Angel was, but what she said, did reach his ears first. With the speed of angel thought, that mere mortals could not, or would not, ever comprehend, he silently said to himself, '...oh sh!t, bitch. you should not have said THAT.' he looked down at the bottle in his hand, feigning interest in all the print and designs on it's label. Not only his brilliant grin disappeared, but his happy warm smile too. The Angel, in that brief split second she got the words out of her poisonous mouth, felt all love and compassion for her and all the wicked hearted of the world explode away, and it was replaced with a seething quiet rage belonging uniquely to the Angel. Her words were vicious, for she knew this seraph as well as the Angel knew her. Her attempt at cursing, yet again, was an inexcusable attack and affront to THIS particular individual's sensibilities, and better knowledge....how dare she malign and suggest, that fearing God's good Sun's life giving light, love and warmth was the thing to do. Angel's head and steely, icy fire grey gaze turned so fast and violently to rivet her, that even the Comer didn't see it coming. With a deadly calm, flat, ever so matter of fact tone of deep, inexplicably quiet, booming vox, the seraph declared, "Sunscreen gives you THAT cancer. I'll have no part of it."
As soon as the Angel's head turned and the grey eyes rendered her paralyzed, the Demon's own eyes widened and bulged. But this time the loathing was gone, there was only the fear in them now. Yeah...just like Demons, Angels had to tell the truth, but when THEY did, it was almost always more frightening....and serious. Angel looked away contemptuously with a small heartfelt pain, letting her go. She pressed a button with one finger, raising the car windows, and with other fingers she turned up the volume of the car's radio. Put her foot to the accelerator and got the hell away from the both of them, as fast (and maybe just a little faster) as she legally could. Angel pulled in the strong legs and sat up straighter than ever, in the straight backed chair. Sad eyed once more, and reaching for the other bottle of beer. The Comer felt like smiling once more, but was still mindful of his friend's faint melancholy, "That was goooood! I thought you weren't going to kill her!?" He opened his second bottle himself, and motioned for another ciggarette. Angel felt like drinking and smiling again, since the evil thing had left the street. Handing over a Marlboro and the Zippo, Angel finally grinned to him, "Now you know damn good and well, after all these years, that she has fought off even direr things than cancer. AND you know as well as I do, that higher Demons protect their own when they are still mortal. So don't even start you're crap." The Comer laughed, "Okaaaaayy....I was just trying to make you laugh for a change." That made Angel smile broader, " Keep trying! I need it!" The Comer nodded then said (smiling brighter than ever), "So where is Old Girl? I really like THAT one." The Guardian took the Zippo back from The Comer's hand, and replied with a more cheerful wink, "She's due to be back soon. You be careful with her, I don't want to have to clean up after YOU."
The Partner in Angel's gentle righteous plans laughed softly, "I'll be good. VERY good." Angel sputtered out a mouthful of beer at that, laughing! "That's what I'm afraid of!" They both giggled about that for a minute. Another few minutes went by, and a familiar car engine and tune came from not too far away. Immediately the Angel looked over at Tarzan's white framed storm door.....knowing the little boy's friend was coming home, and the little wild thing might hear her. Then Old Girl rounded the small bend in the road, (Tarzan must have been taking his nap earlier today, it was only about 1:00 p.m. now.) She looked for the little Tarzan boy first, but had seen the seraphs in the yard and waved to them instead since her little friend wasn't in sight. The same ever happy and friendly smile on her pretty face. Like always. They both waved back smiling, of course, but both had to notice, and could not ignore, what the FM DJ prophets were forecasting for her on her radio speakers, as she happily sang along with Good St. Tom and the Apostolic Heartbreakers... "....he's going to break her heart to pieces!...."
The battle companions of life and love heard it. Angel took in another deep breath, and let loose another long sigh. But turned to The Comer telling him adamantly, "She'll be alright. Destined to be a Valkyrie. I'm sure of it," Comer returned Angel's now more jovial smile, " Yeah. I believe that." his comment was more subdued and solemn, but brightened again, ".... And hey!....I'll be around to pick up the pieces if the worst happens for her!" Angel laughed softly, "Alright. Just be good, don't get my attention in a bad way a**h*le." The Comer got up to get them both another couple of beers. On his way back into the small white Spartan house he stopped and just had to ask, "Hey Man, what do you think that evil Demon nightmare will do....once she dies?" Angel spoke at him over the shoulder closest to his friend, "When that thing dies, and discovers what she truly is, and what exactly she has done in the world....she will be afraid. Very, very afraid. And like all cowards who care for nothing but themselves, she will RUN. And I will take that house of hers and be happy when she is finally gone from here." The Comer nodded, it didn't matter if his friend saw it or not, Angel would feel it. As was the way with the angelic powers, and their various forms of communication. "What are going to do with it?" he asked. Angel didn't have to contemplate it, answering instantly, "Destroy it. It needs to be torn down anyway. Then there is the land it is on. That's what I want. It needs to be cleaned...She and all of hers....have fouled that lot of land on this good earth. I want to see it done right. Now go get us some more beer, and I'll get another pack of smokes for us." The Comer headed for the fridge, Angel headed for the side table by the loveseat. Comer asked from the kitchen, "How you going to destroy it? I want to be around." As taking count of how many packs were left in the carton and putting them away back into the drawer, Angel responded "Wind or fire. Water wouldn't be reasonable...in the eyes of any mortals who might be looking on......"
- Wolf
(Final Part VI finally finished. Sorry it took so long, and that it is so long. 🙂)
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Post by wolf on Nov 11, 2020 23:24:29 GMT
Re: "Angel and the Demon"
Can you say epic? Great job wolfie and an excellent wrap up. But that ending... That was painful!!! I know some people like cliffhangers but I'm the type that likes to be satisfied in a read and not be left guessing. The build up to the end, wanting the Demon to get hers, and then Ahhhh... we're done! Still a great Good versus Evil story, nonetheless. --------Thanks so much, Dio. 🙂So was the Angel seraph male or female? Is the Demon destroyed by wind or fire? ------------ Read closer.
The Demon will end up killing herself with her 'selfishness and hate'.
Angel was only talking about taking out the poisoned 'pus yellow colored house'....... And cleaning, (exorcising 😉) the spot of land the house was built on.
How the ugly house gets destroyed?
Fire or Wind?
Use your imagination, the evil house's destruction could come about numerous ways, via freak accidents....etc....."acts of God", as Insurance companies like to say. 😄😉 I think Angel is going to worry about that another day, don't you? 😊😉I think we need a poll... I’m putting a $20 spot on Female - in the House - by Fire. Any Clue?  ------------ That little mystery is a present, for whoever might be reading. 😊😉.........Angel is whoever the READER would like the seraph to be. Male or female. 😊Fantastic piece of fiction, wolf. Three thumbs up.  -------- Really appreciate that! Very kind praise, Dio.
I still need to proofread better. There are still typos and a missed or misplaced word, here and there.
Not feeling great today, allergies again. But I'm okay. Just not feeling up to being as talkative as usual.  🙂 |
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Post by wolf on Nov 17, 2020 1:22:08 GMT
Okay....I finally got "Angel and the Demon" done.
Sorry it took so long to do it, and that the story turned out to be so loooong!
I've never started a thread like this before, so I figure if anyone has a story that's longer than that one,
it deserves it's own thread, like muskrat , started for his own epic...that we are PATIENTLY waiting for him to return and add more to. ....Muskie Man...damnit! Where you at buddy!? 🤨😉
And you too, wolfbear ! 🤨 ....."Quid pro quo" my friend! 😄😉
I really liked doing that story of mine in "installments"... thought about moving it to a thread of it's own....but I like it here.
Everyone let me know ("should it stay or should it go?") what YOU think Please. 🙂
And I promise that "Pop. 178", won't be anywhere near as lengthy, as that one was.
It is based on memory of a place I know. 🙂
With "Angel and the Demon", I held back (at first) on going to too deep into descriptions, like all the birds and their sounds, and more details on the people and their houses... to try and get to the meats of the story, and get it done without too much icing on the cake. 😉
....and also, MOST IMPORTANTLY, I very much look forward to any other story teller's to come post their works too.
docpain2 ? How about you, Captain America!? 🙂
Do you have anything you would like to bring to this thread?
Or put in a thread of your own?
Hope so! 😊
You too, sheemie ! Would love to see you back and writing anywhere on the board, friend! 😊
Everybody? For now?.....
"Long days, and pleasant nights!" 🐺🤠✒
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Post by docpain2 on Nov 17, 2020 11:24:39 GMT
Okay....I finally got "Angel and the Demon" done.
Sorry it took so long to do it, and that the story turned out to be so loooong!
I've never started a thread like this before, so I figure if anyone has a story that's longer than that one,
it deserves it's own thread, like muskrat , started for his own epic...that we are PATIENTLY waiting for him to return and add more to. ....Muskie Man...damnit! Where you at buddy!? 🤨😉
And you too, wolfbear ! 🤨 ....."Quid pro quo" my friend! 😄😉
I really liked doing that story of mine in "installments"... thought about moving it to a thread of it's own....but I like it here.
Everyone let me know ("should it stay or should it go?") what YOU think Please. 🙂
And I promise that "Pop. 178", won't be anywhere near as lengthy, as that one was.
It is based on memory of a place I know. 🙂
With "Angel and the Demon", I held back (at first) on going to too deep into descriptions, like all the birds and their sounds, and more details on the people and their houses... to try and get to the meats of the story, and get it done without too much icing on the cake. 😉
....and also, MOST IMPORTANTLY, I very much look forward to any other story teller's to come post their works too.
docpain2 ? How about you, Captain America!? 🙂
Do you have anything you would like to bring to this thread?
Or put in a thread of your own?
Hope so! 😊
You too, sheemie ! Would love to see you back and writing anywhere on the board, friend! 😊
Everybody? For now?.....
"Long days, and pleasant nights!" 🐺🤠✒ I'm actually writing something now. Not sure of the turn around time though. |
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Post by wolf on Nov 18, 2020 22:54:46 GMT
No hurries or worries, docpain2 !
Looking forward to anything you have for us, whenever you're ready. 🙂
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You are Very Tlant as well imo.
🙂