A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.2

“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

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A Battle of Saints and Angels 1.0

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