Sorry to those who have already read this on L.A.R.K. Participating in four blogs takes up quite a bit of time, plus I'm working on a story I probably won't post on here due to it's length. If I don't post for awhile, please check out L.A.R.K and Simply Sweet Suggestions as I will probably have posted on one of them.
Two angels lay on their
bellies in the clouds, peeking down at human life below. The first
angel, Mike, was thick and broad shouldered. He had a very serious
look upon his face. His golden eyes pierced the cloud cover below,
searching. The second angel, Gabe, was smaller but shared the same
twinkling eyes. A yawn escaped his mouth; and he stood, stretching
his arms and wings. His gaze turned to a sleeping cherub, her golden
head resting on a pillow of cloud. Chuckling to himself, Gabe grasped
his own pillow and tiptoed toward the dozing Goldilocks. He raised
it high before launching it at the mound of curls. The cherub let out
a yelp and withdrew a tiny sword. Upon seeing Gabe, she let her
flashing sword slide back into it's sheath and grasped her own
pillow, a determined grin on her face. Gabe's eyes widened, and he
let out a whoop, starting heaven's pillow war. Unfurling his wings,
he leaped into the air, the cherub at his heels. Other angels,
cherubs, and seraphs joined the fray. Giggles and laughter echoed off
the clouds. Someone's pillow burst, releasing a puff of white. More
giggles erupted, and soon all heaven lay beneath a powdered mess.
Mike lay motionless,
ignoring the play around him. Not a single feather on his wing
twitched. His eyes were fixed on the life below the clouds.
Temporarily dropping out of the game, Gabe hovered to his friend's
side. “Why don't you come play, Mike?”
Mike barely turned his head
to look up at his friend. “We have all eternity to do things like
that” He motioned towards the pillow fight. “But this...” he
said, pointing towards the earth. “...is temporary. Besides, see
what damage you have caused below?”
Gabe peeked through the
cloud cover, eyes colliding with a world of white. The tiny flakes
from their pillows frosted the ground. More flakes tumbled from the
clouds, dusting the trees. “It's not so bad,” Gabe insisted. “I
think it's kind of pretty!”
“Yeah, but what will they
think?” This time Mike pointed towards white-covered tents where
tiny faces peeked out. One bold human stepped from the safety of his
home to examine. He gathered a bit of the stuff in his hands and
watched it shrink in size, a pool of water in its place. His eyes
widened, and he frantically waved his arms, motioning for the others
to join him. Laughing, the children burst from their tents, leaving a
trail of footprints wherever they went.
“See, Mike, they like -”
Gabe's words were cut short when something smacked him from the
clouds. Pillow in hand, Mike chuckled, watching his friend's
hollering form tumble towards the earth. White flakes flew back into
the air when Gabe's flailing form plopped into a snowdrift. Laughing,
he shook the flakes from his wings and leaped back into the air.
Meanwhile, a young girl
spotted a blur of white drop from the sky and bounce back into the
air. Curious, she plodded over to investigate. Stumbling across an
oddly shaped canyon in the snow, she shrieked for her father to come
see. “Papa, Papa!” she giggled. “Come see what I have found!”
Her father dashed to his daughter's side. “Look,” she said,
grasping his hand. “A snow angel!”
