Tag: Religious imagery
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Unholy conspiracy
Why am I the unbeliever?Because I never trusted you?Cruel and deceitful Always expecting meTo be perfect and holyLike you, oh pious man You told me I was meantFor something more thanWhat was given to me.On God’s green earthThat it’s my destinyMy sole purpose The days grew into weeksWeeks grew into monthsMonths passed into yearsNo prayers answered ... -
Angel Maker – Part 6
It took everything Michael had not to hack and gasp at the feeling of his lungs burning for fresh air. Isabel didn’t wait for a response, slithering instead to the pallet in the other room. She felt along the walls, her claws leaving gouges and chips in the stone. Michael followed her progress until she ... -
Angel Maker – Part Five
“You really are a stubborn one, aren’t you?” Michael looked up, his face swollen and tight from the sobfest. He was hollowed out, unable to summon shock at a voice in the silence, or shame at being caught with red eyes and snot dripping down his chin. Korri was in front of him again, in ... -
Angel Maker – Part Four
Michael’s first day in the “Forgotten Place,” as he’d taken to calling it, was uneventful. After Korri vanished on him, he’d spent the rest of his daylight wandering between and above the unnecessarily large trees, alternately swearing a blue streak at Korri or himself for being an idiot and following her. “And you just got ... -
Angel Maker – Part Three
Michael woke up in a place that really shouldn’t ever have existed. It looked like a graveyard of forgotten things. Clocks and watches hung in the air like a Dali painting, beside them floated spheres of every size and shade, the orbs looking frosty and opalescent as they bobbed around. Among them were several keys: ... -
Angel Maker – Part Two
“I was enjoying the night air.” Michael didn’t question how she knew what he was. Like recognized like. “No you weren’t,” she countered, not looking up from her drawing. “Those headphones were blasting bad alt music so loud even the violin guy could hear it. You were having a crappy teen girl coming-of-age-movie moment.” “I ... -
Angel Maker – Part One
Father Brian was dead. Michael sat in the cathedral, still trying to comprehend that fact as people in mourning clothes trickled out, the funeral finally over. To any outsider, Michael would have looked at ease, lounging in the pew as if he held a permanent residence there. Only those that knew him, really knew him, ...