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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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Blood Ties

This is my submission for the Write On Edge “It Takes Two” contest.

“It takes two to make an accident.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

The details:

  • 1000 word limit, all genres of creative writing are welcome.
  • linky is open until Friday, February 21, at 11:55pm Pacific
  • Use the F. Scott Fitzgerald quote above as an opening/closing line or draw inspiration from it, your choice.
  • Community voting opens 2/22 and closes 2/28 at 11:55pm Pacific.
  • Community and editorial choice winners will be announced on Write on Edgeand Bannerwing Books on Monday, March 3, 2014.
  • All entries must be original work, only published on your personal blog/website, and by entering you give Write on Edge and Bannerwing Books permission to reprint your entry in Precipice, Volume III‘s print and digital formats, as well as permission to edit for grammatical, spelling, and typographical errors.
  • Have fun!

 

Here are my 952 words 🙂

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BLOOD TIES 

There was a time when things were different.  In those days, Alyssa had worshipped her, and obeyed every command of hers. Phaedra had been her goddess, her muse, her universe and all its planets and constellations. And now…

Phaedra had always said it was compassion that had made her turn Alyssa into her kind, but the truth was that she had fallen in love with the beautiful auburn haired, pink cheeked human girl who walked through the woods every day on her way to school. Never in Phaedra’s four hundred and nine years had she felt this way. There was something about Alyssa that made warmth flood into Phaedra’s undead heart, something that made it flutter like a caged bird. It made her long for Alyssa like she had never longed for anyone before.

Yet how could she reach out? How could she express her love for Alyssa without exposing herself and her clan to the human world? Granted the human world in their case was only a small, nondescript town in the middle of nowhere, but was Alyssa very likely to respond to the affections of one whose clan had just destroyed her family and friends in front of her? She was likely to think of them as monsters and Phaedra did not want that. But then fate had intervened. A young bloodthirsty vampire had attacked Alyssa in the woods one day, and would have killed her if Phaedra had not stepped in timely and destroyed the creature. Phaedra had then seized the golden opportunity and turned Alyssa. Alyssa could have recovered from the attack, healed with surgery and medicine, but Phaedra never told her that. I did it for her own good; she told herself whenever she felt guilty about it.

After Alyssa’s awakening, Phaedra began looking forward to eternity for the first time. Alyssa was deeply grateful to her savior and amazed by her newfound capabilities. She loved the superhuman strength, the vision, the hearing, and most of all being immortal. She was, however, somewhat afraid of the other vampire clans, and Phaedra willingly took her under her experienced wing. Alyssa learnt from Phaedra everything she needed to know in order to survive. Phaedra and she  spent every day and night together as friends, companions, and lovers in the purest sense of the word. For Phaedra, every moment was consumed in memorizing the curve of Alyssa’s smile, drinking in the beauty of her laughter to the last drop and dedicating everything she had to her love.

Phaedra wanted Alyssa to love her back in the same way that, but the sparks just hadn’t flown from the other side. Alyssa worshipped the ground Phaedra walked upon and would do anything she asked for, her world revolved around Phaedra, but she was not in love with her. Phaedra could easily have demanded Alyssa’s affections the way she wanted them, but she loved the younger vampire too much for that. Besides, Alyssa’s loyalty left little to be desired. “I can forget everything, I can leave everything, Phaedra.” Alyssa told her once. “But I’ll never forget you. And I’ll never leave you .”

Those were the golden days, when it had just been the two of them. And then seventy years later, he came in from nowhere. Chris.  The irony of fate was that Alyssa laid eyes on Chris in the same way Phaedra had first seen Alyssa herself. Now Chris was everything Alyssa wanted.  She told Phaedra she wanted to turn Chris so they could live happily ever after, because she was cent percent sure that he was her Prince Charming. “Isn’t it wonderful that I finally found the one I want to spend eternity with?” she asked Phaedra, her eyes shining.

“Does he love you too?” Phaedra asked Alyssa, trying to sound normal.

“Oh he doesn’t know me yet. But he will, soon.” Came the calm reply.

It had taken Phaedra seventy years to realize how selfish Alyssa really was.

Phaedra’s frozen heart wept. Seventy years she had given to this relationship. An eternity she had devoted to this love, and now her princess, her Cinderella no longer wanted her. After all she had done for the lovely redhead, this was what she had received in return.

She felt the grief give way to burning rage. What was Phaedra’s was hers alone, and no one else could dare claim it. Alyssa belonged to her, certainly not to a weak human.

Chris had to be dealt with. Soon.

One month later, Phaedra sat consoling a sobbing Alyssa. “They left! All of them! Chris and his entire family!” Alyssa said, for the tenth time that evening.

“I know.” Said Phaedra soothingly.

“I just loved him so much, you know, Phaedra? So so much…I had such lovely plans for our future together, I was even going to meet him, in that lilac dress you got me that summer in Transylvania, and he just …left.” Alyssa collapsed in Phaedra’s arms.

“There, there. He wasn’t worth you anyway.. And I’m always there, am I not? I’ll love you forever, sweet one…” Phaedra murmured gently and Alyssa sobbed harder. “I know!” she cried. “I’ll never chase anyone again, Phaedra! I will stay with you for the rest of eternity, with the only person who truly loves me.”

Phaedra sighed contentedly and marveled at how easy it had been to get rid of Chris. A little bearing of fangs, some cryptic warnings, and the foolish mortal and his already superstitious family had fled.  It had been by accident that Chris had come into Alyssa’s life and another accident that had chased him away. It is rightly said, Phaedra mused. It takes two to make an accident.

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