The Angel By The Sea-Shore

An animated sequence of pictures of a small humpback whale diving beneath the surface. Creator: Hersfold (talk/work) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I stood suspended thirty feet above sea level with hands akimbo. I stared in delight and watched with pleasure at the creatures of the sea, Seals playing with their kind, and then chasing after penguins.

I saw the humpback whale and her calf gliding beneath the surface of the deep, feeding on krill, plankton and juggling with delight, their gigantic bodies causing ripples in the cold arctic sea.

And then I saw him and my heart lurched with fear and admiration! It was the angel by the sea-shore, my sister would not believe me when I tell her the angel really exists.

I was mesmerised by his beauty. The massive wings and the muscular arms enthrall me and I dived towards him, intent on touching those wings to be sure he was real.

Angel 013 (Photo credit: Juliett-Foxtrott)

My feet touched the soft sand and I stood still, silently, waiting for his reaction. His massive wings opened up in glorious splendour, the sinews within his wings and veins rippled with power and I gushed out in delight, such was his beauty.

I heaved my arms and floated above him and slowly drifted forward, not feeling safe standing solitary behind him. I gazed at the top of his head as his golden hair danced to the wind and every sound ceased.

”Who are you?” I summoned the courage to ask, a safe distance away from him but the angel said nothing and then I flew close to him, my eyes boring into his and I seemed to be staring at the depth of mystery.

His eyes glowed like a lone fire in the snow, they looked like two white doves. When he raised his enormous arms, the waves of the sea took notice. His finely sculptured face was like a fine work of art. His beautifully shaped mouth was slightly opened and when he spoke, his voice sounded like thunder.

”Time be still,”

And I moved back, I hated to admit it but I was scared, and I shouldn’t be because I ruled the sea. I watched his upturned arms which were like two pillars of the earth but suddenly, the mystery deepened.

The open sea roared like a woman in labour, his arms were sending out strange signals and I watched open-mouthed as the sea was rolled like a carpet, the depths of the deep was revealed in one clean swoop and I didn’t find it funny. My stomach knotted in fear as the sea creatures groaned in despair at the intrusion.

”Stop this at once,” I said firmly.

And he looked at me as a father would look at an errant child.

”My name is judgement but they also call me peace. I judge to give peace.”

”Just put down your hands,” I begged and the angel did as he was told, his eyes never leaving mine for a second but I took flight watching from a safe distance, waiting to see what he would do.

The Islanders must know about his presence at once.

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I love writing supernatural thrillers, most of my works tend to delve deep into the mysterious worlds of angels and I would definitely let you in on a secret soon. Thanks for reading my story friends!

A Bull’s Revolt

Nov25

Matador 1 (Photo credit: Son of Groucho)

I stared at the Matador with hatred oozing out from every fibre of my being, I remembered the warning I gave to Japheth (it was named after its owner) and the others about the plans of the humans.

”They won’t stop killing us, we can revolt,” I cried out in pain, willing the others to come out of their cocoon and think for once but it was futile.

”With what?” Growled the idiot, we nicknamed him idiot because he doesn’t care about anything except grass, it once told me thinking is for humans not for bulls but I do think about my future and I still have nightmares about the death of Japheth.

I decided to fight for my kind, to revolt against the perceived norms that bulls can’t think because I can think and I don’t want to be taken for a fool anymore, if only I can control my anger!

They’ve killed us for fun, they’ve killed us for our anger and all for what? A piece of red cape! Such abomination! But this time it had to be different, I won’t buy into it. My resolve was commendable even though it was so hard. I watched with misty eyes as the red cloth was whipped from side to side, the Matador’s oily hair gleaming in the sun as he beckoned to me and I smelt his arrogance.

I glanced briefly at my hoofs and the brown sand which had been darken by the blood of my kind, I told Japheth I would fight my anger, I won’t succumb. And then the Matador glared at me angrily, daring me to come get it, oh boy, it was so tempting!

How lovely it would it be to thrust my horns into his well toned stomach, to hack him down until his blood flowed the way my friends had been brutally murdered.

I remember Japheth with such fondness and today, I will not fight!

With a deep sigh, I turned away from the Matador amidst gasps from the audience in the arena…

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When someone succeeded in making you angry, believe me folks, they are controlling your life. Refuse to give in to the taunts and jeers of others simply turn your back. You’ll be glad you did and might actually be saving your life.

Thanks for reading my post and by the way, ‘A Bull’s Revolt’ was just a figment of my imagination. I will post ‘TIME’ on Monday and the rest of the story would be published in kindle and paperback soon.

TIME. (Mina’s Struggle)

Nov22

English: Dawn on the lower Zambezi river – Zambia עברית: אור ראשון על נהר הזמבזי בתחילת עונת הגשמים, אזור הזמבזי התחתון (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It was a stalemate as time stood still. Ever so slowly, the men inched closer to my bed , they weren’t walking, they were just gliding as if propelled by an engine and unfortunately for me I was immobile. It was as if a slab of concrete was resting on the lower part of my body, I felt pinned down, I couldn’t move. With no other option but to await my grisly fate I closed my eyes and in doing so I was able to draw strength within me and my grandfather’s voice seemed to echo deep within my soul,

”The weakest thing in the world is fear, once you look your fear in the face, its power is broken.”

But it was hopeless, the only fear staring me in the face were three stinking men, and then it occurred to me, why not scream?

And I opened my mouth expanding my lungs for a tsunami scream but it was just a whimper that escaped, the sound was akin to a hen been strangled.

Beads of perspiration gathered on my brows like soldiers going to war. I watched with apprehension as death approached, whoever these people are, whatever they want, nothing is going to stop them.

They got to my bed and all three of them bent down at once, the sight which met my gaze was simply out of this world. They weren’t men at all, they were nothing, an empty space fluffed up in men’s clothing.

”I don’t get it,” I said out loud pleased to hear my voice, where have the men gone? And I did what I should have done earlier, I shouted with every ounce of strength I possessed.

”Daddy!”

I felt a tremor go through me but nothing happened, there was an eerie silence. And then it occurred to me, if they could get to me, what’s stopping them from killing my parents before proceeding to my room.

I tried moving my legs and found out they were working, something must have happened when they got to my bed, I thought and leapt to my feet as if struck by lightning.

My room was quiet big so I have a lot of space to manoeuvre and move away from the men but my eyes was on them. I was still fully clad in my party clothes because I was too tired to change before I fell asleep. I just needed to get away from my room and find my parents. I went straight for the door but it wasn’t bulging, yet it wasn’t locked. The three things hovering over my bed began to hum. I banged on the door repeatedly shouting,

”Daddy, mummy, can you come get me?”

”They can’t hear you,”

They hissed behind me but I was still watching them bent over my bed, how can they be speaking so close to me? This has gone on far enough, I thought and turned round.

”What the hell do you guys want from me?” I yelled angrily.

But there was no one there, just an empty space and I was beginning to question my sanity. I can’t see them, they can see me, is that not how people lose their senses? When they start hearing whispers and voices speaking from the sky?

And then I lost control and did the unthinkable, I went over to those things and kicked one of them in his backside and there was a howling sound.

”Yeah, common, give me what you’ve got,” I snarled angrily.

I kicked the second figure, another heartrending sound, the more I kicked the more their screeching increased in intensity.

”You guys are even losers,” and I landed a killer punch on the head of the third figure and that was when I made my biggest mistake.

They straightened up and strode towards me pulling their hoods back in the process, they looked like ordinary men with long brown hair but when they opened their mouths, they’ve got no tongues, rather they had snakes for tongues. I moved back glancing at my bed and saw the necklace grandpa gave me shortly before he died.

”I got it from the Zambezi river,” he had explained with a mysterious glint in his blue eyes while fastening the gold chain on my neck, ”keep this under your pillow, you never know when it would come in handy.”

”How can you get a gold chain from a river?” I had queried him.

”There are worlds beyond our world,” he said carefully, avoiding my eyes, ”I met a woman in that river and she gave it to me.”

”I don’t believe in aliens Grandpa,” I said softly.

”Mina,” he called my name softly, ”what if you were the alien my child,” I smiled at that but said nothing.

The gold chain under my pillow was actually fending off those strange fellows, I moved back looking for a way to get to my bed and that was when the door of my bedroom was blown apart by a brutal force. And my dad’s big frame filled the door, his face was dripping blood but he was shooting wildly, screaming with a deranged look on his face.

By now the men were circling me like a predator, waiting to pounce, my dad did not stop shooting, I lurched forward and my head was almost ripped apart by the snakes in the men’s mouth, they attacked me, hitting me in the head and lashing at my face but I managed to fend them off, getting bitten in the process and I knew I was mortally wounded.

”Dad, save yourself, get out,” I yelled, watching in horror as he stepped on the fallen door, coming into my room, a determined look on his bloodied face.

But it was too late, my dad threw his gun on the floor in anger when it was not having any effect and attacked the creatures from behind, punching them furiously and then there was silence.

I was slipping into unconsciousness, they must have done something to me. The last thing I saw was the face of my dad hovering over me,

”It’s alright Mina, you’re safe now.” And I saw a similar gold chain on his neck.

”I am sorry dad, they’re just too powerful,’ I whispered weakly while my life slowly ebbed away…

NP: Happy Thanksgiving dear friends, I hope you’ll enjoy reading this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it. I have decided to turn it into a book (like a novella) I will publish it soon but I promise to post one more next week. Thanks for reading, I appreciate it!!

Cheers-:)

TIME

Nov21

The Thinking Man sculpture at Musée Rodin in Paris (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I quickened my pace, my heart in my mouth, the winter wind slashed my cheeks into shreds as involuntary tears slipped down my cold cheeks. I dread passing through that horrible alley but I’ve got no choice, none of my friends were going my way, so I had to walk home alone.

I clenched and unclenched my fists and trod on, my heels making a tapping danceable sound. At first, I thought it was my mind but the whispering got louder and louder.

”I shouldn’t have gone, I shouldn’t have gone,” I kept repeating under my breath, at the same time casting surreptitious glances behind me, trying to ignore the deadly whispers in my head. I don’t want to show my fear though it was all over me, its slimy hands rests on my soul with ease.

It was insanely cold and I was scantily dressed for that time of the year. I hugged myself and trudged on, mad with myself for my stubbornness. I was almost out of what I perceived was ‘the danger zone’ when three men appeared out of nowhere, standing a few paces from me, their faces were hidden with their hoods.

They were breathing heavily but I noticed something unusual about them, they seemed to hiss like snakes. the hair at the nape of my neck stood on end but I was ready to fight to the death.

I knew it, I saw this coming, I thought bitterly, my stomach in knots, but strangely enough, I was not afraid. Everything happened so quickly that I barely remembered the details.

The men defied gravity as they flew into me while my arms and legs did the rest, my taekwondo training had not been in vain, all thanks to my mom.

In less than twenty seconds, it was over.

I didn’t wait to see if the men were okay before I took to my heels. When I got home, I crept up to my room and wept bitterly.

I was wasting my time, I could have died easily and would have become another statistic. I glanced at my watch, it was one o’clock in the morning, I knew my mum would be fuming and she had every right to.

I finally managed to sleep because I was so exhausted, barely half an hour later, I was rudely woken up when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and the whispering began again. I propped myself up on one elbow while I used the other hand to switch my bedside lamb on and the three men I thought I’d beaten were standing calmly against my door, in my room, I could feel their eyes boring into mine.

How did they get in? I should have called the police after I managed to get away, I thought frantically and this time around, I was afraid. My parents’ room was next door and if I scream, I am sure they would be in my room within minutes but do I have the time to do that?

My time was running out, I could feel it deep within my soul. My life flashed before my eyes in seconds and I wished I had listened to my mum. She had warned me to use my time well.

What should I do?

NP: I wrote this at the spur of a moment, it’s a short story. Would love your feedbacks!

Cheers-:)

A Soldier’s Dream.

Nov16

Map of the city recently established and without walls. Circa 1550 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Drake dodged bullets flying past as he engaged the enemy in mortal combat, his platoon mate was shooting rapidly, his face contorted in war rage as they moved into enemy territory, by the end of the night, his friend laid beside him dead. They counted their losses, evacuated the wounded and retreated back to camp.

Lying down on his bunk bed, Drake’s exhaustion and the death of his friend temporarily took a backstage as he gazed admiringly at the picture of his bride of twelve months. She was his saving grace, the few letters she wrote to him gladden his heart but it wasn’t the same like seeing her in the flesh. Her picture was also his only source of comfort and in a way, he would survive his stint at the war front only because her thoughts gave him strength.

The war dragged on longer than expected and after twenty-four months, he came back home unexpectedly. The cab driver dropped him in front of his house and he walked slowly to the front door, his heart beating with excitement. But he held it all together and knocked the door, there was no response but he saw someone peeping through the window.

Finally after waiting for about ten minutes which seemed like ten years, Anna opened the door by an inch, Drake’s broad smile was met with stony silence.

”Hello darling,” Drake crooked out in what he thought was a normal voice, but his wife said nothing and she also had problems looking up.

Drake’s intuition was to push her back into the house and then he saw the protruding tummy. It didn’t take him long before he made mental calculations to know that he was not the father, his bag dropped to the ground with a thud and he felt faint.

And then he heard the unmistakable voice of his friend, who couldn’t be drafted to the war because of an illness.

”Honey who was that?” Jonas called out from the room and they both heard footsteps, Anna’s eyes was still drawing maps on the ground beside her husband.

Jonas pulled the door back to show his rumpled pyjamas and hairy legs. Drake doesn’t need a soothsayer to tell him what has gone on while he was away fighting for his country.

Jonas retreated back to the safety of the living room while Anna finally found her voice,

”I am sorry,” she said and wanted to touch him.

Drake’s dream was over, his visions for a happy family crashed like a pack of dominoes at his feet. Ever so slowly, he picked up his bag and turned away from his home…

If you were Drake, what would you do?

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Most of you must know by now that I am a story-teller and I guess it runs in my genes. My mum would keep you enraptured for hours on end about tales and rib cracking jokes, my dad would look on smiling just adding titbits to the tales.

And I have one good news, the second edition of my novel, ”The Feet Of Darkness” would be out soon and I would love the candid opinions of my friends.