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No Rest For The Holy

This is my submission to the SpeakEasy  writing challenge #157

NO REST FOR THE HOLY

Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold. Snowflakes drifted down, waving merrily at God as he glared balefully out of the window. He sighed and turned away. How all his devotees would laugh if they saw him now- Creator of the universe, sitting bundled up in blankets and shivering! Those foolish younglings of the Weather Department! When would they learn to do their jobs? Today, he decided, he’d go over to the office himself and pay the boys a visit.

 

Much of God’s irritation had waned by the time he reached the gold and silver doors of the Weather Department, but it came back with a vengeance when he stepped inside and found the place in complete disarray. Pizza boxes and crumpled coffee cups littered the switchboards. Ethan and Nicholas were ogling at the sexy secretary Lilith’s rear as she picked up bits of paper from the floor. Meanwhile Patrick, the regulator, was snoring away to glory with his nose pressed against the Snow dial. No wonder it was so cold!

“What the hell is going on here?” God burst out angrily. Lilith turned and smiled seductively at him. “Oh, don’t mention my home so frequently, Father.” She purred. “You know how I miss it.”

“Wicked wench!”God exclaimed. “You miss your home so much, don’t you? Be gone then, you’re fired!”

“You senile old man!” Lilith hissed and slunk away.

“As for you two!” Ethan and Nicholas shrunk into their chairs at God’s fury. “Iniquity is NOT permitted in the holy abode of the Lord!” The ground shook slightly. Ah, how he loved that effect! The acoustics of this office were better than the old one- he’d have to thank Michael for that. However, he certainly did not thank anyone for what happened next. The vibrations from his voice woke up Patrick, who in his startled half-conscious condition flailed his fat arms about, pushing random levers and knobs. Outside, thunder rumbled in the face of scorching sunlight, and hailstones mingled with rain.

 

Clearly unused to doing anything other than leering at Lilith, the other two employees lost their heads. “What do we do? What do we do?’ They cried helplessly.

If no one can handle this situation I must! God thought, and charged forward, only to slip on a puddle of stale coffee and hit his head hard against the control panel.

 

Many hassles and hellfires later, God sat in his chambers holding an icepack to his head.

“See, Father that is why I tell you to leave all the administration to me.” Michael, his eldest son, was admonishing him.

“I have left it all to you, and that’s why the quality of staff is declining day by day.” God grumbled.

Michael snorted impatiently. “How often must I explain, Father? The budgetary demands of this fiscal year require cost cutting, and since Lucifer won’t give up his fondness for video games, Gabriel won’t control his sweet tooth, and you must have new robes to wear every week, I saw no other way but to hire cheap labour so we may all survive in peace.”

God opened his mouth to make a comment, but nothing came out. Instead, he said, “I want to see Lucifer immediately.”

“Hold on, I’ll Whatsapp him.” Michael tapped busily away at his iPhone. “He’s on his way.”

 

God’s favourite son Lucifer shuffled in after a while. His eyes were glued to the game he was playing, shoulders jerking left and right as he operated the controls. God eyed Lucifer’s jeans with displeasure, they were hanging off his hips and God despised that. Teenage had ruined Lightborn.

“Lucifer.”

The shaggy haired teenager paid no attention.

“Lucifer!” God threw his icepack at his son.

“Damn!” Lucifer cursed. “Look what you did, Dad! I just got injured fatally!”

“Who has injured you?” cried God, alarmed. “I will maim them!”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “In the game, Dad. Anyway, you wanted to see me?”

“Yes.” God turned and switched on the plasma TV. Headlines and news reports filled the screen. “Lucifer, can you tell me why the human babies are being born with horns and tails, and in some cases, wearing…” God tried to come up with a word suitable to describe the stiff pink skirts he had seen on the infants.

“Tutus.” Lucifer supplied sheepishly, and shrugged. “I just thought it’d be funny.”

God save me! Thought God, and then remembered. Oh wait, that’s me!

God sighed tiredly. There was no rest for the holy…

 

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“Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold.”

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Angel

My submission for the Write On Edge Writing Prompt Week 10 🙂 The challenge is to write a story in no more than 500 words based on the given picture or quote. If you like, you may use both the picture and the quote, or simply derive inspiration from them. This week the picture was:

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The quote:

You could’ve made a safer bet, but what you break is what you get.
You wake up in the bed you make. I think you made a big mistake.

You own me. There’s nothing you can do. You own me.

~Mark Berninger of The National, Lucky You

 

Here are my 500 words-

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ANGEL

They say love gives you direction. They say it helps you complete the jigsaw puzzle life is.  But you, Angel, did neither. Your dazzling smile had my head reeling the first time I met you. The knowing look in your sparkling sapphire eyes made me feel like you were enjoying a private joke.. You never let me on it, did you?

 

You were bright and summery when you wanted to be, as angelic as your name. In those moments you were my Angel, hair like sunshine and kisses like the breath of Zephyr.  But oh, that mean streak of yours! Demonic wrath! When your temper flared, you were the fallen Angel who had decided upon wreaking havoc in all three worlds. You were cruel and relentless in tearing my heart down. Yet I never complained ,my love patient and willing to suffer all my life for a single bubble of laughter from your sweet lips.

 

But how I loved you, Angel… and how I still do. It kills me every day that I had to do this, though really I had no option. How could I, who had showered you with all of life’s happiness; bear to see you in the arms of not one-not two-but several lovers week after week? Was it the sex, Angel? Yes, I know I could not love you in bed for as long as you would have preferred, but my darling, was that reason enough to betray my faith in your lovely self? Well, whatever be the reason, I had to keep you with me. I could not and would not lose my Angel, my heaven and my hell.

 

So I did it. Claimed you back, in all senses. You see why I had to, right? You see, don’t you? Oh dear… I’d forgotten how pus-filled your blue orbs have become.  My pet, how can you let your beauty deteriorate this way? After all the hours I spent with the formaldehyde and the ethanol! I even made sure that the cosmetics I provided you with were 100% organic. So why this negligence towards yourself? Look, now your lips are cold and cracked too… Your breath is turning rancid too-I noticed when I kissed you yesterday. It’s a pity about your chest- I never meant to swing that cleaver so many times, but it felt too good to stop, besides you had already stopped moving, so you felt no pain.

 

Never mind, Angel. All that actually matters is that I have you now. Your skin will peel off and rot, you will be reduced to bones and consequently ashes, but my love for you will never falter.  I’m dreadfully sorry I had to resort to this, but alas! You know you deserve this, love.

You could’ve made a safer bet, but what you break is what you get.
You wake up in the bed you make. I think you made a big mistake.

You own me. There’s nothing you can do. You own me.

 

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