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You watch me die in my fit of rage

Note: This started out, not as my best erotica story to date, but as a blog. It all started with the sentence, ?You watch me corrode like a beast in repose,? (a line in one of MCR?s songs, the Sharpest Lives) and has evolved into this. I worked hard, and have strived to complete it. I think you all will enjoy this.

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You watch me die in my fit of rage. You watch my eyes look to the skies. You watch me die, amongst the embers.

The fire rises across the sky, I know we are defeated. Great spikes and daggers rise into the air. The fire laps at their stems, as I fall into the pit. They watch, those wretched diseased hands, as I fall, and the great pit of darkness and fire envelopes around me.

You watch in your looking glass, as I fall closer to you, into your grasp. The fallen angel, amongst the hell.

I flex my wings, struggle to defend myself against the fast moving air, but I am helpless. The arrows pierced my wings long ago. I am lost, to those above, and must die, a martyr amongst rotting flesh, and fuming flames of your abode.

Your eyes flash as you walk to see me. I fall into your bed of death. I land softly. Against my will, I am held down. You walk near, the only visible being in the room, lit behind by sharp flames of fire. But, I can forever see your glowing eyes of fire.

My white dress is torn, grotesquely so. My curled hair is mussed, as I struggle against the unseen forces holding me there. I close my eyes and relax for a brief moment, while I try to take control. But, you are still there, your eyes glowing as you move closer.

I shiver and jump as you first touch me, unlacing the ribbons of my shoes. You delight in my fear. I lock eyes with you. Fear, mixed plainly on my face with another emotion--so tensely fixed to pain--pleasure.

You slowly unwrap the shoes, touching every inch of delicate skin uncovered. Your long fingernails rake into my flesh. I cry out in pain, but there is no one who can hear me in the deepest pit of hell.

I close my eyes again, trying desperately to ignore your touch. I had been warned this would happen. No good things would come of my affairs with the great angels, so close to god. God told me this, but I could not resist their affection, now I was in the deepest affection, of the most poisonous, foul creature to ever be.

You.

After removing my shoe, you rip off the ribbons and tie them around my foot. I opened my eyes to see what you had done; more accustomed to the light I could see the rotting bodies only yards away from my deathbed, the stinking, rotting flesh, the acrid stench of burnt meat, the snarls of few still hanging on.

I return my eyes to you, the less hideous and more appetizing sight. Taunt, tanned skin over toned muscles that could crush my bones, dark hair slicked back. After a moment, I realized that you looked no different from a normal being, perhaps even human.

Through your work, you noticed my close inspection of your body. You notice as my breath becomes ragged, and my breasts heave upon my chest. You notice the coating of sweat on my body, and know it is not just because of the heat.

My arms, still held by unseen bonds. My legs held apart by my own shoe ribbons, could move slightly, a foot either direction, freely.

You move up toward the head of the dark bed, and gaze on my face. You move to push a small curl out of my face, but I pull away. You produce a sound, a rancid laugh, and rip off a piece of my dress, exposing my breasts, and begin to tie up my arms.

I watch as my nipples harden, and you fashion a tight knot around my arms. You pull the knot taunt, and tie it to the headboard.

Your long fingernail moves down my left arm, marking a dark path, but does not puncture my skin. Despite the heat, I shiver. You kneel on the bed beside me. I look into your dark eyes, and see your dark desire. I watch as you pull the remnants of my dress from my pale body. I shiver again as you run your finger along the underside of my breast.

Terror grips me again, as I see the hard bulge in your pants, but your attention is on your hands, drawing an intricate design on my torso. I gasp as your hands move to my nipple, first a gentle flick, then a pinch. You watch as I squirm beneath your hands, just as much as your light bondage allows me. I understand, why you tied me up now, for my invisible bonds, prevented any struggle.

You enjoy seeing me struggle as you lean forward to lick my nipple. I gasp, try to pull away, but I am helpless, and slowly you watch me surrender. Your breathing tickles my skin, as you kiss my neck, my ear, my cheek. You hover above my lips, watching me debate with myself. I reason, I am already dead, there is no hope for me, no one can see me give in. Mid-debate, you move your lips on top of mine, and I surrender to your smooth lips, and invasive tongue.

You move to straddle me; I feel your manhood pulsing against my stomach. You feel my reaction as I try to move away, but your grip on me is strong. Your hands grip my neck, one runs through my hair. I am helpless, as you move down my body with soft kisses that turn into teasing nibbles. My body, tense in its bonds, tries to turn against you, but you are too quick, and move down to my pussy faster, grazing the soft curls of my mound.

I gasp, and stop my movement, as you run your fingers around my thighs. I feel your fingernails as they graze my inner thighs, making me gasp, and breath harder. Your hands move closer to my lips. Your breathing tickles my curls. Your teasing has brought me to near ecstasy. I gasp, and nearly orgasm as you first touch my lips. You move inward, around my insides, careful not to touch the nub of pleasure that hid in those folds. Instead, you stayed clear, moving me closer to the edge with every movement. You move to go inside me, feeling my walls you realize I am not the virgin sacrifice that you planned. Your fingers touch that inner spot, I moan loudly into the large room. Your hands slide out, slowly delicately, deliberately teasing my poor flesh.

Now I am breathing hard, taking in as much of the humid air that I can take. You watch me with a terrible smirk on your face, as I gasp in pleasure. Your hand, pinches my clit fast. I cry out, as I convulse in a painful, orgasm of pleasure, you created. My breasts heave on my chest, as you begin to touch my clit, gently stroking it, furthering my orgasm. My moans of pleasure, heard by no other, are music to your ears.

As one hand strokes my clit, your other moves inside me to that other pleasure spot. I gasp and moan as you keep me at the pleasure pinnacle, I have never reached before. You move your fingers to your mouth, and lick my juices from them. With that hand you undo your pants as you move down to lick my pussy. I moan loudly as your tongue first touches me, and again and again as I feel another powerful orgasm building inside me.

You move your head up and I can see your large manhood, longer and thicker than any other I have ever taken before. I gasp at its sight, you look up at me, to see the fear return to my eyes.

You smile, the most devilish smile. The evil, malevolence, returned, and I found myself nearly orgasming at the thought. Then you move toward me, with that monstrous rod. I gasp as you first touch me, and inch forward in my juices. You lean forward, putting your hands beside me; your head is level with mine, as you drive yourself inside me faster.

You look into my eyes. I look deeply into yours. Connected, you lightly kiss me, before moving in farther. Your kiss turns hard as I engulf myself in you. I surrender, I let your use my body. Your hands move around my back, where my wings lay limply. I feel my orgasm building again, I gasp into your mouth as we continue to kiss. I breathe hard, trying to get closer to you. I find myself wanting to put my hands around you, as you ravage my body, like an animal.

Like an animal, you exert a deep throaty cry into my mouth, as I feel your seed, deep inside me. I feel your hands scrapping my back, moving to my breasts. Pain, forcing me into a deep convulsion of pleasure, mixed with pain. My gasps, my moans, so loud, I was sure those above could hear them. The ultimate orgasm, thrashed through me.

You looked into my eyes, as you pulled out of me. I whispered with all the energy I had left, "I surrender."

You smile your wicked smile, kiss my forehead, and move toward my bonds. First, you untie my hands, and watch as they coil around your magnificent body. Then you move to my feet, each delicate foot, untied with ruff hands. I lay on the bed of death, and pull your hulking body toward me. You lay beside me, the great prince of darkness. I am yours.

Note: This started out, not as my best erotica story to date, but as a blog. It all started with the sentence, ?You watch me corrode like a beast in repose,? (a line in one of MCR?s songs, the Sharpest Lives) and has evolved into this. I worked hard, and have strived to complete it. I think you all will enjoy this.

-----------------------------------

You watch me die in my fit of rage. You watch my eyes look to the skies. You watch me die, amongst the embers.

The fire rises across the sky, I know we are defeated. Great spikes and daggers rise into the air. The fire laps at their stems, as I fall into the pit. They watch, those wretched diseased hands, as I fall, and the great pit of darkness and fire envelopes around me.

You watch in your looking glass, as I fall closer to you, into your grasp. The fallen angel, amongst the hell.

I flex my wings, struggle to defend myself against the fast moving air, but I am helpless. The arrows pierced my wings long ago. I am lost, to those above, and must die, a martyr amongst rotting flesh, and fuming flames of your abode.

Your eyes flash as you walk to see me. I fall into your bed of death. I land softly. Against my will, I am held down. You walk near, the only visible being in the room, lit behind by sharp flames of fire. But, I can forever see your glowing eyes of fire.

My white dress is torn, grotesquely so. My curled hair is mussed, as I struggle against the unseen forces holding me there. I close my eyes and relax for a brief moment, while I try to take control. But, you are still there, your eyes glowing as you move closer.

I shiver and jump as you first touch me, unlacing the ribbons of my shoes. You delight in my fear. I lock eyes with you. Fear, mixed plainly on my face with another emotion--so tensely fixed to pain--pleasure.

You slowly unwrap the shoes, touching every inch of delicate skin uncovered. Your long fingernails rake into my flesh. I cry out in pain, but there is no one who can hear me in the deepest pit of hell.

I close my eyes again, trying desperately to ignore your touch. I had been warned this would happen. No good things would come of my affairs with the great angels, so close to god. God told me this, but I could not resist their affection, now I was in the deepest affection, of the most poisonous, foul creature to ever be.

You.

After removing my shoe, you rip off the ribbons and tie them around my foot. I opened my eyes to see what you had done; more accustomed to the light I could see the rotting bodies only yards away from my deathbed, the stinking, rotting flesh, the acrid stench of burnt meat, the snarls of few still hanging on.

I return my eyes to you, the less hideous and more appetizing sight. Taunt, tanned skin over toned muscles that could crush my bones, dark hair slicked back. After a moment, I realized that you looked no different from a normal being, perhaps even human.

Through your work, you noticed my close inspection of your body. You notice as my breath becomes ragged, and my breasts heave upon my chest. You notice the coating of sweat on my body, and know it is not just because of the heat.

My arms, still held by unseen bonds. My legs held apart by my own shoe ribbons, could move slightly, a foot either direction, freely.

You move up toward the head of the dark bed, and gaze on my face. You move to push a small curl out of my face, but I pull away. You produce a sound, a rancid laugh, and rip off a piece of my dress, exposing my breasts, and begin to tie up my arms.

I watch as my nipples harden, and you fashion a tight knot around my arms. You pull the knot taunt, and tie it to the headboard.

Your long fingernail moves down my left arm, marking a dark path, but does not puncture my skin. Despite the heat, I shiver. You kneel on the bed beside me. I look into your dark eyes, and see your dark desire. I watch as you pull the remnants of my dress from my pale body. I shiver again as you run your finger along the underside of my breast.

Terror grips me again, as I see the hard bulge in your pants, but your attention is on your hands, drawing an intricate design on my torso. I gasp as your hands move to my nipple, first a gentle flick, then a pinch. You watch as I squirm beneath your hands, just as much as your light bondage allows me. I understand, why you tied me up now, for my invisible bonds, prevented any struggle.

You enjoy seeing me struggle as you lean forward to lick my nipple. I gasp, try to pull away, but I am helpless, and slowly you watch me surrender. Your breathing tickles my skin, as you kiss my neck, my ear, my cheek. You hover above my lips, watching me debate with myself. I reason, I am already dead, there is no hope for me, no one can see me give in. Mid-debate, you move your lips on top of mine, and I surrender to your smooth lips, and invasive tongue.

You move to straddle me; I feel your manhood pulsing against my stomach. You feel my reaction as I try to move away, but your grip on me is strong. Your hands grip my neck, one runs through my hair. I am helpless, as you move down my body with soft kisses that turn into teasing nibbles. My body, tense in its bonds, tries to turn against you, but you are too quick, and move down to my pussy faster, grazing the soft curls of my mound.

I gasp, and stop my movement, as you run your fingers around my thighs. I feel your fingernails as they graze my inner thighs, making me gasp, and breath harder. Your hands move closer to my lips. Your breathing tickles my curls. Your teasing has brought me to near ecstasy. I gasp, and nearly orgasm as you first touch my lips. You move inward, around my insides, careful not to touch the nub of pleasure that hid in those folds. Instead, you stayed clear, moving me closer to the edge with every movement. You move to go inside me, feeling my walls you realize I am not the virgin sacrifice that you planned. Your fingers touch that inner spot, I moan loudly into the large room. Your hands slide out, slowly delicately, deliberately teasing my poor flesh.

Now I am breathing hard, taking in as much of the humid air that I can take. You watch me with a terrible smirk on your face, as I gasp in pleasure. Your hand, pinches my clit fast. I cry out, as I convulse in a painful, orgasm of pleasure, you created. My breasts heave on my chest, as you begin to touch my clit, gently stroking it, furthering my orgasm. My moans of pleasure, heard by no other, are music to your ears.

As one hand strokes my clit, your other moves inside me to that other pleasure spot. I gasp and moan as you keep me at the pleasure pinnacle, I have never reached before. You move your fingers to your mouth, and lick my juices from them. With that hand you undo your pants as you move down to lick my pussy. I moan loudly as your tongue first touches me, and again and again as I feel another powerful orgasm building inside me.

You move your head up and I can see your large manhood, longer and thicker than any other I have ever taken before. I gasp at its sight, you look up at me, to see the fear return to my eyes.

You smile, the most devilish smile. The evil, malevolence, returned, and I found myself nearly orgasming at the thought. Then you move toward me, with that monstrous rod. I gasp as you first touch me, and inch forward in my juices. You lean forward, putting your hands beside me; your head is level with mine, as you drive yourself inside me faster.

You look into my eyes. I look deeply into yours. Connected, you lightly kiss me, before moving in farther. Your kiss turns hard as I engulf myself in you. I surrender, I let your use my body. Your hands move around my back, where my wings lay limply. I feel my orgasm building again, I gasp into your mouth as we continue to kiss. I breathe hard, trying to get closer to you. I find myself wanting to put my hands around you, as you ravage my body, like an animal.

Like an animal, you exert a deep throaty cry into my mouth, as I feel your seed, deep inside me. I feel your hands scrapping my back, moving to my breasts. Pain, forcing me into a deep convulsion of pleasure, mixed with pain. My gasps, my moans, so loud, I was sure those above could hear them. The ultimate orgasm, thrashed through me.

You looked into my eyes, as you pulled out of me. I whispered with all the energy I had left, "I surrender."

You smile your wicked smile, kiss my forehead, and move toward my bonds. First, you untie my hands, and watch as they coil around your magnificent body. Then you move to my feet, each delicate foot, untied with ruff hands. I lay on the bed of death, and pull your hulking body toward me. You lay beside me, the great prince of darkness. I am yours.

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Bikini Beach: Teen Angel ElrodW A young man blames himself for the accidental death of his sweetheart. His futile attempts to escape his guilt have put him on a path of self- destruction. A punk girl takes him to Bikini Beach, and he gets a new perspective, and maybe, a second chance. Notes: This story uses a few characters from Ellie Dauber's "Purse Snatcher" and "A Punk's Story" (Ed, Ken, Mel, Frankie, Tina, and Felicia). They are friends of...

Angel

My first story. Hope you enjoy it. No copying or whole or part please. Comments welcome. Angel The buxom brunette giggled as the dice were rubbed against her ample breasts and gave her goose bumps. He whispered in her ear and she blushed as he tossed the cubes. "Snake eyes! - The shooter looses." "Shit! - Not again!" swore Angelo. She kissed him gently on the cheek and whispered back to him, "So long honey. It's been fun but your streak is over and I'm outa...

Pastel Angel

Comments and MSTs welcome...this story could be changing drastically based on what you say! Please do not archive this story without my written permission. Thanks! PASTEL ANGEL copyright 1999 by Scott K. Jamison Chapter One: Angel Rising Mitch turned the key and opened the tiny door. He stuck his hand inside, and felt the presence of an envelope. *Please let this be a check. Please please please.* He took the envelope out of his post office box and was...

Fucking An Angel

Introduction: Angels gift Fucking an Angel As she walked thru the door, silence fell along with most of the men in the rooms jaws. Damn, she was HOT, real HOT. Her long strawberry blond hair fell past her hips and swayed gently caressing them as she walked further into the room. John came here every evening after work and he knew every woman who frequented the bar. He didnt recognize her, she must be new to the area. Her dress, red lace, was slit to the hip on both sides and dipped...

Fucking An Angel

As she walked thru the door, silence fell along with most of the men in the room’s jaws. Damn, she was HOT, real HOT. Her long strawberry blond hair fell past her hips and swayed gently caressing them as she walked further into the room. John came here every evening after work and he knew every woman who frequented the bar. He didn’t recognize her; she must be new to the area. Her dress, red lace, was slit to the hip on both sides and dipped dangerously low in the front, letting...

Pink Angel

Pink Angel I saw her standing forlornly in the corner of the store, her price marked as "half-off", and I simply had to bring her home. She was a Christmas lawn ornament, a life-size announcing angel with trumpet ready to blow, lit up in pink in honor of breast cancer research. I put brought her home, and set her in my tiny front yard, and then went inside. I was all alone now, and felt desperate for company, so at the start or at the finish of every day, I found myself sitting on...

A Night With Angel

Sitting at his desk, with way too much to do and way too little time to do it in, Marcus went over the call that his girlfriend had given him just a few hours earlier. Angel had called him and (while Christmas music was blaring in the background) told him she wanted to give him an early Christmas present, and said he might be a little surprised by what she had planned…but that he should just trust her on this one and go with it. Even though he was not exactly into the Holiday season, and all...

An Hour with Angel

“Going out on our bikes” I called. Normally I would ask, but I didn’t want to risk staying. There was silence, then, my mom from the couch. “Clara… be home by four.” Four? Since when? Dinner wasn’t until six, like on the dot. I shrugged, pulling my backpack straps tighter. “Yeah ok.” and I left. Sophia and Jacob were waiting for me outside. “Let's go to the duck pond,” Sophia said as I mounted my bike. I loved riding my bike, the amount of freedom I felt, the speed, I used to pretend...

A Hour with an Angel

threw my backpack on over my shoulders to head outside, as I went through the living room I saw my parents sitting with a tall broad-shouldered man with too serious eyes and a gun tucked into his belt. A shiver ran through me and I walked faster toward the door. “Going out on our bikes” I called. Normally I would ask, but I didn’t want to risk staying. There was silence, then, my mom from the couch. “Clara… be home by four.” Four? Since when? Dinner wasn’t until six, like on the dot. I...

Arizona Angel

Now let me tell you about Angel. She's 5' 4'', 21 years old with mid-length, medium brown hair and had a petite figure but had decent curves for a girl her size. I know nothing about girl sizes in inches so I can't exactly tell you an accurate portrayal overall, however she had a nice set of tits somewhere between 38A and 32B. A nice handful size each, which was good because I believe anything more than that is a waste anyway. Lastly, she wore glasses on a normal basis which in my...

His Angel

Douglas pulled off the main highway and found a cozy place to park his eighteen-wheeler. It had been another long boring day, and he was not ready to turn in and say goodnight yet. After getting every thing ready, he sat at his computer and logged on, checked his e-mail, then went surfing. Douglas is around the age of 50. He works as a truck driver. He doesn’t have a happy marriage, nor, does he have the typical male type job. He is not contented with a routine 9 to 5 job. He loves driving a...

British Angel

Please be patient in that part I has little sex but I promise it will get better in subsequent parts.I am a business man that travels in my job and therefore have met some very interesting people, in a lot of different places. This story is of one meeting that changed my life in ways that I could never have imagined.I was on a business trip to England with a large group of businessmen from all over the US, Great Britain, and Europe. The meetings were held from Tuesday through Friday in the...

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Alchemical Ink Shattered Angel

The Alchemist was getting ready to close his tattoo shop when the bells on his door chimed. He turned and there she was, a shattered angel. She stood paused, frozen in his doorway, neither in nor out, motionless on the threshold, undecided. The setting sun bled over the rooftops from across the street, staining her hair and cheek with the illusion of mortal wounds. The empty hunger in the crushed blue of her eyes screamed of lethal injuries hemorrhaging but invisible on the surface of her skin....

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Christmas Angel

“Elfi,” a male voice barked, directly to my left. I winced as the sound exploded against my eardrums, and angry flecks of saliva slapped against my cheek. “Get back to fucking work. Now!”If that sounded harsh written in English, let me tell you it actually made my skull vibrate in the original German. German is a perfect language for shouting.The words came from my boss, Klaus Richter, Head of Entertainment at the Christmas market in Berlin, where I worked. My muscles tensed, my hands started...

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Jennys Guardian Angel

Jenny had a hard life, at a young age her mother passed away due to complications with cancer, which in turn made her father ill.At the age of sixteen, she had built up a wall, a defence mechanism. Not many people were able to get through to her. Because this she didn’t have many friends, and the friends she did have were mostly in her head.It was the night of her sixteenth birthday, as usual, she got to her knees beside her bed and said a little prayer. She wished for peace for her father and...

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Dombo and Angel

‘Welcome to this year’s induction ceremony to Major League Baseball’s Hall of Fame. As Commissioner of Major League Baseball, it is always my pleasure to host the annual induction ceremony. However this year is extra special because for the first time in history The Baseball Hall of Fame has waived its 5 year waiting period to accommodate the induction of not only one of the games’ greatest players of all time, but also one of its greatest ambassadors. Dominick Carvoli Passed away 3 weeks ago...

A Night with an Angel

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Dominance of Lady Angel

I am a control freak. I will freely admit it. I am hard-headed, a perfectionist, and quite used to getting my own way. In spite of these personality traits, or maybe because of them; sexually, I am never happier than when I am totally submissive. Finding a man, however, who was strong enough, and possessed enough self confidence to realize my potential had been largely unsuccessful. Until he came along. We have only known each other for six months, but in many ways, it seems like I have...

Blooming Of An Angel

I am Angel. My parents had named as Angel as I really looked like an angel to them. By birth I had very fair complexion like any other Anglo Indian. I had light blue eyes but dark black hair. So I was an angel for all my relatives too. My mother was too happy to have given birth to a beautiful girl like me. I was liked by all my neighbors and everyone used to carry me at lease once in their lap when I was a kid. I was a darling of my entire locality. Thus I grew up as an angel in real sense. In...

Municipal BlondesChapter 24 Guardian Angel

JETLAG HIT ME big time and I had three cups of coffee thick enough to cut with a knife before I got in my rental car and headed southeast. I got a fast car and drove too fast all the way from Zagreb to Split on the A1. The mountain pass wasn’t as bad as I expected but spooky as hell. A five-mile tunnel. Before I took off, I sent a quick text to Jordan to let him know where I was headed. I want him to know, but I don’t want him to get there before I do. The big lie It took over five hours...

Pact With A Fallen Angel

I can feel you on my skin. The last hands that have known my body, and all its secrets, still remain a haunting reverie I won't soon forget. I feel them.. Grasping, pulling, and claiming.. All things they used to do, things that used to sate me. Now, they leave me.. hungering for a life I try so hard to forget.. And, how use to my wanting you are! A silly human, an average.. impractical pet, that I make. To have my love raining over you, in abundance, this is something you have come to expect....

The Guardian Angel

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The Perfect SolutionChapter 8 In the Arms of an Angel

Spend all your time waiting, for that second chance, for the break that would make it okay. There's always some reason, to feel not good enough, and it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction. Oh, beautiful release. The memory seeps from my veins. Let me be empty and weightless and maybe, I'll find some peace tonight. In the arms of the angel, fly away from here. From this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage, of...

A Night with an Angel

I was laying bed crying. When a voice spoke to me from across the room. A male voice, but not one that I know. "Why do you cry, little one?" I looked up tears still coming down. And there I saw the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. He was tall. Looking about 6 feet. His head nearly touching the ceiling. He had black messy, spiky hair. His eyes...like the clearest blue pools you could ever see. His lips were slightly puffed but not enough to create a feminine look. He had a...

Interview with an Angel

I sat in my office chair at my computer desk. I sensed someone behind me and figured that my younger daughter was sneaking up behind me to scare me. I spun around and shouted "Ah ha!" After a few seconds of silence, I lowered my pointing finger and closed my wide open mouth. It was not my daughter. Standing in front of me was, an angel. There was no other way to describe him, a flowing white winged figure and he was smiling at me. I said, "Hello." "Good evening. Let me introduce myself, I...

Stacy the Angel

Introduction. The ways of the Official are many, varied, and often formal. That their methods and phrases – often arcane or even quaint to the modern ear – are accepted goes without saying. In dealing with an ‘Official’ you have to listen very carefully, often to long sentences and unfamiliar words that almost borders on ‘legalese’ or ‘jargon’. We seem to live in a world where ‘ticking the box’ and recording target achievements seems more important than doing the actual job. This story is...

Marys Guardian Angel

Mary’s Guardian Angel By Beagle9690 July 2016 Her name is Mary.....Mary Susan Brown to be exact. Mary is a good and charitable woman. She was born and grew up in a small coal mining town in Western Pennsylvania. Her father was a dentist and her mother his dental assistant. His dental office was located in their spacious brick home. An only child, Mary lived a happy and tranquil life. Perhaps a somewhat sheltered life with parents who loved her. She adores music and dancing and the...

Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

Snow Angel

Lisa Stilton stood next to a parapet of the old castle overlooking a snow covered foreign city. She reminded Bo of the skier, Lindsey Vonn, who hailed from their own country. Or perhaps Lisa was a little Dutch girl with yellow braided hair planning to put her finger in a dike.The final day of their European Honeymoon was to end with a bit of sightseeing before returning to Colorado. Hard to believe his new wife had been Lisa French only a few days before and, to some extent, a different...

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