Angry angels were everywhere, in orders of magnitude too large to conceive. Something had gone desperately wrong in the celestial realms. Resentment brewing for millennia boiled over, threatening to consume the world and all of humankind. All the hate, petty jealousies, and plots for revenge had been encapsulated like time trapped in a bottle. But the glass had broken and all the evils of Pandora’s vile box sprang forth. Angelic corps overran the Earth, reminders that devils were really seraphs with bad press agents. Somehow, I was supposed to set things right, but I had no idea where to begin.
[1-22-2010; 100 words; thanks for the prompts to Bryan Jones and Suzanne Church]
Progress on The Artist's Way has yet to begin. T, don't give up on me yet!
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Glad you made it, two days in a row. I posted one as well, got my two words from Michael and Stephanie. I like your angel short. Keep it up, GF!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Zed! I've got my post ready for today, about 600 words worth, but the cut and past feature has stopped working, alas. Maybe I'll get it figured out, maybe I won't . . .
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