aristotles-eclipse

“Why don’t you ask Michael?” Something about the tone or sound of my voice must’ve brought him back, because he was focusing intensely on me with a new energy. “M... Michael?” Just when I thought my grip couldn’t get any tighter, my hands tensed even further on the bars. “Did he do this to you? Did he arrest you?” That seemed to be the magical word: Michael. Because the moment his name came out of my mouth, Ramiel came roaring to life. “Arrest me?” he hissed. “I wish that was all he did to me. No, he came and took me from my room by force. He came at me, demanding to know

I wasn’t sure what I should’ve been more shocked by. The pure panic and fear in his voice or the reasons he believed himself to be guilty for. I suppose the lack of response on my end caused the Discipulia to think that he had really done something wrong because he was speaking again, though this time, his voice was softer in fright. “It was wrong, wasn’t it?” he whimpered. “You saved me for nothing.” Alarmed, I shook my head immediately to chase away those thoughts for his mind. “No. No, you have every right to speak to the Tutella. You’ve done nothing wrong.” I hadn’t realize

In all my life, I believe that there is nothing more tragic than the Fall of an angel. A soul meant for good stripped of its light because it has befallen bad. Nothing can save this wayward spirit; not the powerful Archangels, not the enigmatic seraphim. Only the mercy of our Father. But as of late, no one’s heard from Him. Come to think of it, us “mortal” angels haven’t seen nor spoke to Him for the last two thousand years. Since Jesus’ preachings on Earth, only the seraphim have had any contact with Him — and they’re just as absent and hard to reach as Father. Ouch. Talk about favoritism and neglec

He sat under the willow tree, thinking about the world. His superiors always told him that he should get his head out of the clouds—there was always work to do and there was no use in wasting it building castles in the air. The other kids told him that his dreams were too impossible; there was no chance in his fantasy, there was no realism in his delusions. All he had was an empty space of illusion between his ears. He couldn't find it in himself to care though. He knew he should; after all, if his best friend—the most understanding and relaxed of all—was worried, then there really must be something wrong. But no matter how h

Life's a beautiful song The world' best story But we never realize it Until it's all gone

"Hey Ramiel?... Yo, Ram, are you still with me here or have to drifted to the outer parts of space?" I blinked a few times, trying to clear my blurry vision. Turning my head, I was met with Paaniel's incredulous face. Slowly, I came to realize that maybe I should say something to him. Apologize, explain myself... something. But my mind refused to cooperate. I was even questioning the reason for even thinking of asking for any kind of pardon from my brother. "I'm sorry?" I at last decided on saying. Without missing a beat, Paaniel rolled his eyes and sighed. He briefly dropped his head into his hands before sitting back up, quickly carding

I'm running. I'm not sure from what, I'm not sure from who, but all I know is that I have to keep going. I have never really been the athletic type; when I was in high school I had always skimped out on gym as often as I could. I took any chance to stay in and draw. I guess it took running for my life to make me change my mind about all of that. But it's a little late for regrets now. All I can do is follow my instincts and keep my legs moving. "Micah." A shiver slithers up my back and, despite the protests of my bursting lungs, I run even faster. That voice... It was sweet, it was cloying... and I felt as if it wanted nothing more than t

Before I could even react, she was all over me. Faster than the speed of sound and quicker than lightening, she had leapt onto the bed and was hugging me senseless. It wasn't long before the pain in my side was returning with a vengeance. "Micah! Micah you're alive! I thought you were dead! They said you were hit by a truck and that I couldn't see you and... and..." Then she was crying all over again, smothering her tear streaked face right into my chest. I made a move to wrap a comforting arm around her... Only I stopped because I was fortunate enough to remember that I had one arm slung in a cast and Jackie was doing an excellent job in c

Shattered. Spread the glimmering glass shards Across the floor. Like stars within reach, They glow with a light inside But reach out But touch them And they bite back with bitterness As if resilient, Determined to survive despite demise Sweep these stars into a jar Be careful With a gentle hand clutch them close Remain cautious Climb the stairs, climb the ladder Reach the highest point in the sky Take care And throw them all into the air For a breathtaking moment Watch as they're falling Glimmering Glinting In the pale moonlight Then... They fly Shards destined for death Taking life for a change To the dark blue he