It rained the day I was born. Momma says the angels were crying because I left them.
Daddy laughs and says I poked a hole in the clouds on my way down.
Momma and I just smile. She winks at me and tucks a stray feather back under my sweater.
Candace Kubinec wrote this story.
Frosty, torrential rain soaked his dying form. A twenty-two caliber round to the chest was the chosen instrument of his appointed fate. Heaven had spoken.
Lightning flashed and revealed titanic wings above Racha-el’s shoulders. She gently cradled his head in her lap, whispering:
“I loved you before you were born.”
Matt On Accident is a blogger who writes limericks and Fifty-Word Stories for fun. They may be found at mattonaccident.com.
There used to be an old man who walked down an old dirt road,
Passing through towns, never stopping for long.
Kids’d point and talk, and people’d spread rumors
Saying he was the boogeyman,
Saying he was a soldier left behind, a murderer.
saying he was
Vlad Barbu is a young man trying to figure things out like everyone else. His hobbies include art, music, gaming, and testing awkward paths through life. He is currently serving a 5 year sentence in the USMC.
Sweet fallen angel, cast away for undone crimes. He cannot return to Heaven; now burns in hellish flames. Only with true love can he be freed from aching bonds.
To help, my last breath must fade, so I can take his place.
To rid his pain, I’ll give my soul.
Natasha McNeely currently lives in Germany and spends most of her time reading, writing, and playing video games. She has lived abroad since she was seven years old and has taken a liking to foreign languages as a result. Now, she speaks four languages and recently graduated as a Multilingual Secretary with hopes of becoming a translator. Her website is http://natashamcneely.wordpress.com.
As if he were sleeping, wrapped in swaddling clothes, she held him in her arms. He was warm against her chest, like an angel that had fallen from Heaven above and then returned home, leaving his tiny body behind.
Joshua left behind his footprints on her heart.
Shelia Burket is a wife and mother and the author of the upcoming “Sissy Stringbean” children’s stories. She has published one romance, titled “Longing For December,” which is available on Lulu.com and through the Kindle store. Read more of her writing at wvcoffeechick.blogspot.com.
The gatekeepers see all, never blinking, no matter what the time.
Those who seek the angels don’t see them for they hide in plain sight.
With one foot in each world your fate is decided with the yowl of annoyance or the purr of contentment.
Those wonderful misaligned felines.
Gareth Wilson would call himself a serial reader, slayer of titles, leaving a woody (and shortly electron) swathe in his wake. Currently he is improving his writing skills by cutting his teeth on short pieces to work up to his own full-length title. He reviews general fiction here and YA and children’s books here.
Because I am an angel, you said you believed in them, and so I believed in you.
Yet here at the door of death who should come for you but Him.
The light of your love for me outshone the darkness in your soul.
And for that we are doomed.
Editor’s Note: This story grows on me a little more each time I read it, as I start to tease out more meaning from each sentence. At first it was an enigma, and now I find it appealingly haunting. I recommend coming back for a repeated read later, so you have time to explore and digest it.
Tammy’s poem “Twas the Night Before Blood Moon” will be published in Pill Hill Press’s Leap Year Edition of Daily Flash 2012: 366 Days of Flash Fiction, and she is a proud mother whose son is the joy and light of her life.