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.

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Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 4.0

Yin and Yang

“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.

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 4 ⅔

Yin and Yang

“Have you…have you come to tell your story?” She asked uncertainly, “you know what I am?”

“Yes, and I also know who you are, a woman who keeps her identity a secret even from friends, fear not, your secrets are still your own to tell, should you ever feel a need.” He paused as he heard her exhale, “shall I begin?”

“Are you sure about this?” She asked genuinely concerned.

Zachary smiled. “Yes, and even if I was not, your presence alone would compel the truth from my lips.” He felt her confusion and conscious of the fact that she had probably never met or even spoken to another angel before he elaborated. “All angels have similar abilities, healing, speed, and strength but there are a gifted few who have more, such as yourself, you can compel the truth from people with your mere presence alone. Not everyone who walks through these doors always has the intention of telling you the truth, like the Ganzarian, their keen instincts is not an ability many Ganzarian admit to.”

“I…erm, I did not know this.” She said on a shaky voice.

“Now you do,” he said softly.

Zachary cleared his throat.

“My name,” he began at a normal volume in the universal language, “I am an angel, yes, I hear some of you ask, it is me, the angel that has fallen, swiftly, steeply into love with a being that is not of my kind,” Zachary paused again, he could hear the elevated heartbeats of the six members of staff that worked at the confessionary and he wondered if he should continue.

“I did not mean to, what I mean to say is that I did not purposely fall. I felt, like all angels do, myself immune to such mortal emotions. I had several hundred charges I looked after, good mortals for the most part, it was my job. Of course I had favourites, mortals I would spend more time with, talk to even, but I reasoned that a few of them had no one else to listen to their sorrow, and it worked once unburdened it made it easier for them to make friends of their own kind. But,” Zachary paused as he smiled remembering the surprise and even discontent he had felt when he realised what had happened, “I did not realise my heart had been keeping secrets, that it had singled out one of these mortals I called my favourites and had chosen her to be the object of my very existence.”

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 4

Yin and Yang

Zachary had been sat in the booth for almost an hour. Outside the confessionary was exceptionally usually busy with people picketing that the confessionary give up the location of the unknown woman who had sought to consort with an angel. Despite the angels not formally or officially coming out to confirm anything, the people in the surrounding galaxies had rallied. Nothing brought people together like a good witch hunt.

Zachary had paid for almost five hours. The man at the front had almost dropped the Heavian jewels Zachary had dropped onto his lap, unbelieving that he held one of the most precious jewels in the known galaxies.

Zachary straightened in the surprisingly comfy seat when he heard her approach, the being that by stepping forward could ruin everything the higher angels had always preached. But Zachary hadn’t come here to drag her into the limelight she so stoutly avoided. He had come to confess.

“Good Morning,” the voice said in the universal language, her tone pleasant and unintentionally compelling.

How anyone after having head her voice could believe her to be anything but an angel was beyond him. Yet he was still amazed anew that she even existed.

“Good Morning,” Zachary responded in the universal language, then added in a lower tone so only her ears would hear; “it is nice to finally meet you.”

She sucked in a breath and Zachary felt himself being stared at intently through the partition.

“So it is true,” she whispered.

“It is indeed,” he said slowly, and hesitated; once he spoke out loud the truth the higher angels would be here in a matter of moments closely followed by every vigilante, good Samaritan and concerned citizen. But he was ready for every eventuality, it was the reason he had come so early, to step up a small telepad inside the booth, he would teleport directly out of the booth and into Haven itself.

Valentine’s Day Special

 

Travel through time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All I can say is will you be mine?

Put everything aside and let’s travel through time.

To distant lands with secrets untold

Where we’ll speak truths and become so old.

Let’s come together in a clashing of need

Grasp our hands so tightly we won’t feel them bleed.

Then we’ll separate and come together

And repeat this action for forever.

Short Story: So…I accidentally kidnapped my teacher part 5

George and Jamal followed him; they all sat around the breakfast bar, as Drew began to rummage through the fridge.

“Start from the beginning George and I swear it better be good, or I’m out of here.” Jamal said.

“But you’re his best friend.” Drew said reproachfully his mouth full of what looked like butter.

“Whatever, best friends aren’t supposed to make other best friends go to prison and die.” Jamal said.

“That’s true.” Drew said nodding as he turned back to the fridge.

“Well it all started when Miss Levy came over –”

“Miss Levy?!” Drew and Jamal both said at the same time.

“Shush!” George said anxiously, glancing at the door to his left.

Jamal jumped out of his seat.

“A teacher?! You kidnapped a teacher?” He looked at George with a mixture of disbelief and amazement.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Drew said nodding wisely.

“Shut up Drew.” George said.

“Actually he has a point G, how you gonna kidnap a teacher?” Jamal laughed suddenly, “a legit teacher!” He laughed so loudly that both Drew and George joined him; soon the kitchen was full of their laughter.

“Seriously though.” Jamal said still laughing.

They all jumped as someone pounded on the front the door.

“It’s the police!” George hissed quietly, exchanging a fearful glance with Jamal.

“No it’s Sharlene; she’s here to tutor you.” Drew said simply, his mouth still full of food.

George turned to him in surprise.

“It’s right here on the fridge, Sharlene five to six, tutor George in science. Do you need help in science?” Drew asked.

George jumped off his stool, and the others followed him to the door, he opened it a creak.

“Hey, Sharlene, I don’t need tutoring today, I’m erm I’m sick.” George said, through the crack in the door.

Sharlene rolled her eyes.

Short Story: So…I accidentally kidnapped my teacher Part 3

George hesitated. “Erm, well, what happened was…erm…” George paused as his friends waited expectantly, he didn’t know if calling them had been the best idea, he had wanted Jamal to know, so they could both work out what to do, if anyone could talk themselves out of something it was Jamal, he never got in any trouble even though he was probably the naughtiest kid in class. Having Drew here complicated things, Drew wasn’t stupid, he just wasn’t very smart, he was getting picked on really badly before he became friends with Jamal, who had told everyone to leave Drew alone, and no one went against Jamal.

“Say it already George, I’m getting bored, and I have to go home soon.” Jamal said, he was leaning against the sofa, his concentration on his phone.

Drew was right beside him, he looked like he was trying to copy Jamal’s casual stance but was failing, because his trainers kept slipping on the polished floor.

“I accidently kidnapped someone.” George blurted out.

There was a long moment of silence, Jamal looked up from his phone his face frozen in shock, Drew was looking from George to Jamal, his face contorted in concentration, as though he was trying to work out a difficult math problem.

“Isn’t that illegal?” Drew said, breaking the silence.

George was about to respond when Jamal exclaimed.

“You did what? You kidnapped someone? How do you accidently kidnap someone, you can’t accidently kidnap someone? I don’t…” Jamal trailed off as his face froze in shock again.

“It was an accident!” George complained.

“How?! How the hell do you kidnap someone by accident?! The whole point of kidnap is doing it on purpose.” Jamal paused again and he began to run his hands through his curly hair.