Poem: Paved with good intentions

Knowing he should stop but being unable to pull away, The seduction too strong, the power compelling, he sunk deeper into darkness, but through this the whisper of goodness never left him. 

Short Story: Snapshots through time: Ezra’s information

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Ezra was so absorbed in the information he was reading that he was almost startled into jumping when Sanella walked up behind him.

“What are you doing here?” She said indignantly.

Instead of justifying why he was snooping around in her office, he stood up properly and met her irate gaze.

“What did she find?” Ezra said.

Sanella glared at him but then her hand settled on her stomach briefly before she looked away and sat down at her desk.

Ezra noted the action as he waited for her to continue.

“Nothing yet,” She said not meeting his gaze as she re-shuffled the documents on her desk.

“After almost two years?”

Sanella nodded absently.

“Do you know why I hired Liana?” Ezra asked.

Sanella glanced up her gaze heated. “She is an excellent researcher the best –”

“Everyone in this building is intelligent, I hired her because Liana is a scientist at heart, she likes her facts. Unlike Masla who worships Freud and loves the subconscious, I know Liana would never come to you with mere speculation.” Ezra said, “tell me what she found.”

Sanella glanced at the door and Ezra went to shut it and closed the blinds for good measure before turning to her his gaze expectant.

Sanella started laughing.

“What do you really think I’m about to tell you? That she has discovered the meaning of life?” Sanella continued to laugh.

Ezra waited patiently.

“She has,” Sanella began lightly, “proven cases of reincarnation. There now you can leave.”

“Why would I?”

“You don’t honestly believe her, do you?” Sanella said all humour gone.

“Ordinarily no,” Ezra said pausing and Sanella seemed to relax a little, “but the mere fact that you tried to keep it from me, proves that she is onto something.”

He walked to the door, “I want all her research brought to my office.”

 

Short Story: The Witness part 2

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Cool hands on her skin that felt feverishly hot.

“Miss Nansam?”

Eseme jumped and he removed his hands.

“Miss Nansam?” he said again.

Eseme looked up, and around the room, they weren’t alone, a least seven other people were staring at her, had witnessed her seizure, not a single one of them were medical personnel.

“Get out,” Eseme said, her voice hoarse from screaming, but only at the need had she screamed, throughout she had been silent. What kind of monster was she to not scream as she was subjected to what she saw? Only at the end when it was already too late.

“What was that Miss Nansam?” the detective asked leaning forward.

Eseme cringed away from him but repeated her request.

He looked confused for a moment before turning around to the other people in her hospital room.

“I think she wants you all to leave,” a nurse who had just walked back in said firmly.

There was a moment of indecision as the detectives and other law enforcement officials looked like they wanted to argue before filing out. Six men and four women in total.

The detective that had been speaking to Eseme hesitated at the door before the nurse ushered him out.

“I’m so sorry for what you witnessed,” the nurse said before heading out.

Eseme nodded.

What she witnessed, not what happened to her because nothing had happened to her, she was perfectly fine, a few scathes, maybe a bruise or two, but she had left that road with her life, which was more than she could say for the others who hadn’t been fast enough, who hadn’t been spared, and she made no allusions about this, she had been spared. Why? She didn’t know.

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 5.2

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“You are not afraid?” He asked curious, turning to the side, she had pulled a curtain across the partition, rightfully assuming that a glamour would never work on an Angel of his age.

“Should I be?” She whispered.

“Yes,” Seth said and he heard her heart rate jump.

“You know I will never give them up even if I knew where they were.” She said her voice impressively steady despite the rapid beat of her heart. “Your trip here was wasted.”

“O,” Seth said softly, “it was not, Guardian Angel Zachary and his Rubarian consort Ka’ya are inconsequential, you are who I came for half-breed.”

Seth felt the flurry of her thoughts against his mind, but they still remained indecipherable.

There were a few moments of silence, where Seth tried to read her thoughts again and the confessionary took deep even breaths.

“I will go willingly; you don’t have to harm my friends.” She said firmly.

Surprised at her easy compliance Seth stood up and walked out of the booth.

When she turned to face him, Seth took a step back; she gave him a perplexed look and glanced down where he was gripping his sword. He let the blade go as he quickly recovered his composure.

“Your name?” He said unbelieving of what he was seeing.

“Shosana.” The half-breed stuttered.

Cassandra get in here,’ Seth thought quickly.

He felt Cassandra’s confusion but she obeyed his command. Cassandra ran in, poised for battle and skipped to a stop in front of Shosana. When he saw the look of absolute shock on Cassandra’s face when she glanced at the half-breed, he knew he could not allow the others to see her.

Higher Angel, is she? She looks like –

Stop, guard your thoughts, her mind is exceptionally strong.

Cassandra nodded slowly as she stared at Shosana with open fear.

Seth placed his hand on Shosana’s shoulder; she began to fall unconscious to the floor before he caught her.

“Seth,” Cassandra said still staring at Shosana, “Higher Angel is she?”

“Yes,” Seth said.

She’s the offspring of one of the nine original Archangels.

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 5

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The eleven angels landed as one, walking forward in formation. Higher Angel Seth led the procession with, the other warrior Angels flanking him on either side. Seth felt their combined power part the very air, their quarry, the being that had been a whisper, a shadow, a liability that could not be allowed to exist, was inside the modest two-story building. After searching for years, a programme he had heard of only in passing had yielded the secrets he needed.

Higher Angel Seth glanced up at the Galactic Confessionary and had to smile. She had been hiding in more than plain sight, casting her voice on the very radio waves.

They reached the entrance and paused.

‘I will go in alone, surround the building, no one leaves,’ He thought to the others.

They all nodded.

‘Make sure the device is active so no one can teleport out.’ Then he turned and directed his thoughts only to his second in command; Warrior Angel Cassandra. ‘If I don’t come out in thirty-five minutes, get reinforcements, do not enter without another higher angel.’

She nodded once.

Satisfied he entered the building alone.

With a thought he sent every living person inside the confessionary into a deep slumber except of course the one he sought. She was seated inside the booth, her heart rate a little elevated her thoughts difficult to decipher. Seth, like all angels could read people’s thoughts, but his special ability gave him a skill above others because he could also hear the thoughts of his fellow angels whether they liked it or not, only the strongest minds could keep him out and it seemed that the half-breed was amongst that exclusive club that could keep him out.

Seth walked into the booth and sat down, hiding his wings from view.

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 4.0

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“It surprised me when I realised what had happened, such a slow then suddenly immediate process love is. I was in the middle before I realised I had even began, worse was that I felt her love for me. A love she too was consciously unaware of, as though our hearts had been conspiring in secret.”

“We embarked upon a love affair we knew was doomed from the start, unable and unwilling to do anything else but love each other. I knew it was wrong, no I was told it was wrong, but I knew, I knew nothing in my existence could compare, could ever come close to the feeling of when she looked at me with love in her eyes. I cannot and will not deny the purity of love.”
Zachary paused for such a long time that the confessionary that according to the higher angels didn’t exist spoke.

“Angel, you know they are coming for you,” she whispered softly in Rubarian, “run, you must run, whatever the soul claims, the higher angels will never allow such a union to exist openly.”

“It is why you are here on Hoxcer?”

“Hoxcer for all its problems is a planet that merely judges you on your personality, uncaring of anything else but that, and that for me is everything. To be accepted for who I am, not what I am. You and I both know how rare such a thing is even in the most advanced and seemingly civilised planets.” The confessionary said.

Zachary’s brow furrowed as déjà vu hit him, the confessionary reminded him of someone.

“What is your name?”

“Shosana,” She said softly. “Why do you ask?” she paused, “Do you? Do you know my parents?”

The partition opened and he saw her face without the haze.

Zachary unbelieving of what his yes saw blinked and leaned forward. “Your mother is higher angel –”

A noise disturbed the words he would have spoken as they both looked to the left.

“They have breached the outer perimeter, you must run Angel!” Shosana said urgently.

Zachary still reeling from the discovery of her origins nodded and activated the telepad, he spared one last look at the half angel before teleporting himself home.