space, time, the sea, and all things of a dark and mysterious nature
A time lost in shadows Speaks of a young woman Clothes in starlight Armored with void dust; Her sword the elegant curve of spacetime Her feet as swift as angel wings Her eyes two blazing supernovae Her skin as black and as rich as space itself. She, who the stars sang lilting lullabies to in … Continue reading She
Angels are strange beings. Born from pure mathematics, the subtle bending of spacetime, and a twitch of Source's thoughts, angels long to understand human thought. It is beyond them, as far as the thoughts of the desert are from the rainforest. When sent to watch humankind, an angel is first instructed to slow down their … Continue reading Space Micro Fic #17
Somewhere in what would later come to be called the Andromeda Galaxy, the Archangel called Gabriel floated listlessly. She was in human form, having found that their brittle grasping fingers were much better for fighting than the amalgamation of pure light and sound and love that her true form was. Her eyes, half-lidded, were dull … Continue reading Gabriel, Alone
Gabriel rushed past Gwenn, gathering Jamika into his arms and jumping high into the air and hovering there, just to the right of the scene below them. Jamika expected a bright light or maybe an inky blackness to burst forth when the jar opened, but she got neither. There was movement, and it was pouring … Continue reading A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.3
“Oh, ‘Mika, I know you can’t possibly understand, but everything I’ve done for the past four years has been to get what I deserve,” Gwenn said, not noticing Jamika’s movements with the knife. She suddenly twirled around, clutching the jar to her emaciated chest like it was her child; the absolute bliss on her face … Continue reading A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.2
Raquel watched the young black woman step out from between two pine trees lining the northbound arm of the road. He could tell from the glow of the girl’s soul around her form that she was a burgeoning saint. His eyes narrowed. How had he not sensed her coming from at least a mile away? … Continue reading A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.1
The glowing red eyes turned their attention to the headlights making their way up the southbound arm of the crossroads. It was a sports car, like a newer model Ford Mustang, blue with two grey racing stripes going from hood to trunk. As it approached the intersection, the Mustang slowed to a stop. A young … Continue reading A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.0
