Reader Challenges
Encounter with an Angel
With the holidays upon us and angels getting their wings in re-runs of "It's a Wonderful Life," this month's creative challenge centers around angels. In exactly 50 words, tell a story of an encounter with an angel. Anne Rice, whose book Angel Time recently debuted, will be our guest judge this month. She'll select her three favorites, each of whom will win a signed copy of Angel Time. Post your encounters here no later than 11:59pm EST on December 31st. Good luck!
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Dying in my sleep (damn beans for dinner). A tunnel opened. Dusky wings dragged me toward altocumuli. I kicked at its crotch beneath bedsheet robes. It said, “We don’t have _those_.”
“I don’t want to go!” I shouted.
“You don’t know what to want.” Beyond the clouds were darker clouds.Dec 8, 2009 11:10 am
by fibitz -
The angel fell from the sky. More accurately, it jerked and lurched down. Wings no longer able to support the bulky frame, I supposed, it was now earthbound. Angels aren't what they used to be, I thought. I wiped the cream from its mouth, and closed its eyelids.
Dec 8, 2009 11:37 am
by seanohagan -
His strong, knowing arms wrapped tightly around me like my favorite childhood blanket. I asked him to visit my stepmother but he could not stay that long. Then I woke up and felt where his warmth had been. My father, my angel, came to me 2 weeks after his death.
Dec 8, 2009 11:47 am
by sdecker -
“Whoa! Dude! Why did you stop?”
“Why did he stop?”
“I don’t know why he stopped, all I know is he almost got pushed into the river!”
“What’s he lookin’ at?”
“How am I supposed to know? Ask him!”
“Daniel, you don’t look so good, what’s – GET AWAY! GO – RUN!“Dec 8, 2009 11:53 am
by jrobtaylor -
I sat restlessly in my pew and wondered why I was there. I always showed up, recited, sang and responded, but without knowing what I believed. Where’ s the mystical experience? Oh well, Amen, another Sunday done. Out I go. Then the painted angel sneaked a smile and I knew.
Dec 8, 2009 11:59 am
by dlarson -
knock knock.
who's there?
the mob.
the mob who?
the mob that wants anal sex with your angelic guests.
no no. it's not polite to abuse out of town visitors. take my daughters instead.
ok.
here we draw the curtain on what must have been a fun time for most.Dec 8, 2009 12:48 pm
by morbius -
Time does not exist here. Neither light, nor hope, nor love. It is my prison, and I built it with my life.
Light appears around me, and softness I have never known touches me.
“I am Michael, I come to let you know that even here He does not abandon.”Dec 8, 2009 1:36 pm
by TheMagician -
I flew into Vegas to get my baby granddaughters from CPS. After 3 cancelled flights I was waiting when I met a family helped me with the girls as during the wait and flight.. The next day I found $500 in the diaper bag. They were angels with skin on.
Dec 8, 2009 2:03 pm
by snoopylibrarian -
“Well, what are angels good for?”
He smiled, “We are the messengers of God. I have one for you”
“What is it?”
“God is not a liar. He is Love. And He offers Himself to you.”
With that, he disappeared. But I knew he was not far away.Dec 8, 2009 2:35 pm
by jadavid -
I had been praying for a miracle. Lost in thought, I had barely avoided getting hit by a car. Luckily, a woman pulled me out of the way just in time.
"You saved my life.”
The woman replied, "It's my job."
"What?"
“I’m an angel. The miracle you asked for.”
by saturntv -
“I’m having fun,” he assured, ample hands swooshing me away. “Don’t worry about me,” yelled over a cacophony of voices. Arms outstretched, I begged, wanting that on-the-lips kiss that greeted me home. “You’ll be OK,” lingered as I woke, sorrow dripping, understanding it was my father’s last and only visit.
Dec 8, 2009 2:50 pm
by jgeaslen -
"One Last Call?"
Speed dial, tones racing.
"I love you."
"I love you too!? What time will you be going home?"
"Alot sooner than I expected...but, I'll see you there."
"Ok, I just need to know what to pick up for dinner...Hello?!"
Click.
"Thanks. We can go now."Dec 8, 2009 3:02 pm
by junior.morgan -
“Follow me,” the angel said. So beautiful. He fell into step behind her, bathed in the aura of light that surrounded her. He ignored the others. Another room. She smiled. He sat. Head, arms, legs, chest, rigid. Hood dropped. Door slammed.
Jolt of electricity surged. Had she thrown the switch?Dec 8, 2009 3:23 pm
by seagoat -
While waiting for the bus, she likes to lie in the yard and push her arms up through the powder and down again, kicking her legs. Usually I yell when I catch her, because she'll be wet through her clothes for hours. Today I don’t. I watch. She is graceful.
Dec 8, 2009 3:33 pm
by sandraknz -
From a room filled with angels he sends forth his demons. They line the walls of his mother's room, watching him, laughing at him, though silent. All shapes and sizes, they are memories he no longer wishes to face. The gun is cold. Does it have the answers they don't?
Dec 8, 2009 4:17 pm
by bbibo -
"You know-people forget that Satan is an angel" he smirked. She replied, "Maybe
not, in this world spiritual lessons awaken us to all kinds of experiences." "To our delusions?" he scoffed. "Or perhaps our possibilities..." she mused. Her guardian angel delivered the knock-out punch to that relationship.
by dreamdust -
Advice from my Angel.
The light coming through my bedroom window always bothers me, but this particular night the light seemed so much brighter and “closer” as though I could reach out and touch it. All of a sudden the light moved toward me and a voice came from the center saying “Wise Up”!!
by saragracen -
It was just a dusting of snowflakes against my bare hand, just a bit of breeze that froze a tear to my chapped pink cheek. It was just a moment, too short to shape into words or even thoughts, but it warmed me like a companion and felt like love.
Dec 8, 2009 4:39 pm
by molek -
A being with all but invisible wings she comes to me in dreams; both those of day and the ones that Morpheus sends. She brings me hope in a time without any. She gives me strengh when I am at my weakest point.
Above all, she is God's true Love personified.Dec 8, 2009 4:48 pm
by meglit52 -
“Drink!” He shouted. “Drink, my children.”
His followers drank. Some willingly, some out of fear.
As Jones swallowed his drink, a darkness seeped from his body and took solid form. With his last thoughts, he wondered where he was, how he got there. Above him, the Angel of Death smiled.Dec 8, 2009 4:51 pm
by Golem100 -
They are everywhere.
The scruffy guy who said “Merry Christmas” to me as we passed and made me smile.
The friend that says, “Come on, you can do better than that”.
My husband who, every time he emails me, ends it with “mmmmmmwha!”
Just one trick to Angels:
Recognizing them.Dec 8, 2009 4:52 pm
by Xtelle -
Silent and ominous, his dark form lurked behind me, closer now than ever. It had been years since I had paid him much attention but I felt the time drawing nearer. I looked back once more and Death stretched out his hand and said "Come, my friend, it is time."
Dec 8, 2009 5:10 pm
by Lolabean -
"No Dark Angel.I will not go!" Not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself. "Come now,or I WILL take you." He countered. I stood toe to toe with the Dark Angel and spit in his eye.I'm just not ready to go. Not just yet.
Dec 8, 2009 6:10 pm
by JACKALDOG -
I stuffed perceived troubles until hardening concrete overflowed my duct. I cried, “God, heal me!” Archangel Raphael touched my wounded breast with rotating radiant beams. “Cancer cells, transform,” he commanded. Transitioning crystals floated out my pores or drained away. Overzealous cells taught me positive thinking, harmonious relations, release and relief.
Dec 8, 2009 7:25 pm
by CARose -
Big brown eyes gazed from behind an ethereal orb.
“Hello baby. Shh, God doesn’t know I’m here,” whispered the angel. “He might be upset that I snuck out but I had to come welcome you to the world. You are my protégé, I will always protect you, wherever you go.”Dec 8, 2009 7:51 pm
by etherealvision -
Spurs can make artistic designs in the skin of an unconscious man.
Unconscious men, as it turns out, cannot ask idiotic questions about where your harp is, or if you can make your wings invisible.
I rather like unconscious men.
Hell isn't underground.
Hell is an angel in cowboy boots.Dec 8, 2009 10:35 pm
by aliceruppert -
Dancing together, we rise into the room. Looking down at motionless me, I am unafraid. “This is not your time but dance with me a moment longer.” Chords of sweet melody fill the air, my spirit intertwines with his until the crescendo. He leaves, and I live …again.
by Elora -
“Why?” The angel asks as my blood flows into the water.
“Because this life isn’t worth living,” I answer, “hasn’t been for a long time.”
“It’s not your time,” the angel says holding the cuts. “You haven’t finished what He sent you for.”
“Then He’ll have to send another.”Dec 8, 2009 11:45 pm
by gwl27 -
October 1, 1966.
I awoke to find myself looking down at an auto accident. Our girlfriends lay bloody in the street and my roommates sat lifelessly in the driver’s seat.
There was another body that I wanted to stay clear off. Mine.
A loving entity forced me back into life.
by Balanor1 -
Just as I placed the Christmas wreath on the new tomestone, the harsh wind paused. I looked up as the dull sun brightened. Suddenly, Dad was standing there with huge white wings. He smiled and gave me a thumb's up. The wind shifted, the sun darkened and he was gone.
by dbprtr -
Old and frail, mother laid suffering on her bed. The room shimmered momentarily. A sweet smell of lavender stole through the air. The light pulsated. A smile appeared on her thin lips; she was gone. A snowy white feather floated down from the ceiling to my feet.
by dbprtr -
Michael spreads his wings and with a roar soared down to earth and
scooped up the little boy. He is sobbing and bleeding. Michael examines
the wound and wraps the boy in his healing love.
The scrape on Trace’s knee wasn’t all that bad after all.
Better safe then sorry.Dec 9, 2009 10:35 am
by Michell -
Struggling to see through hazy fog I could almost make out someone at the end of my bed. Breath had become a struggle. Slowly the angel came forward, gently picked me up, and cradled my broken body in its arms. The pain was melting away and my body was whole again.
by Sherylc -
In an instant or in two thousand years, it all felt the same. A single tear glistened each time as she watched the souls rise and fall. Her tears were life-giving.
Across the way, He smiled. It warmed her as she descended to catch another soul in need of grace.Dec 9, 2009 3:32 pm
by klpitts7 -
After 70 years of marriage, what will I do without him? I watch. I wait. I pray. A tiny shudder. Then, his last breath. A small, soft wisp of soul escapes his lips. Later that night, the angels brought the wisp to me and cradled my face in it. Peace.
Dec 9, 2009 7:19 pm
by ClassicRead -
The shy seven-year-old kid was having his birthday party. It had gone well. Until he came to Granny's gift. He opened it to find a package of underwear. The kids roared as Jimmy turned red.
Her name was Suellen. She hid the underwear beneath wrapping paper and chastised her classmates.Dec 10, 2009 12:14 am
by Boycott_KY -
One young lady couldn’t fall asleep. The window was opened, and suddenly she saw an angel. He told that he fell in love with her, because she was innocent and beautiful. For being with her he decided to become a mortal. But she didn’t accept his sacrifice: she loved him.
Dec 10, 2009 10:18 am
by NIGHTINGALE -
I met an Angel. "How do I know you’re for real?" I asked. The Angel’s gaze moved to a silver tipped white streak cutting across the sky. Suddenly it flared yellow, changing grey-black and dropped. "Did you do that?" I said. " No said the Angel, that was you fellas".
by theworm -
Yet again, today is a failure. People are so cynical, self-absorbed, defensive. I won't harm you.
I'm trying to help. I need to help. Someone. Anyone. I need to get my wings back!
"Excuse me, sir."
I look up and meet her gaze.
She continues, "Do you need some assistance?"Dec 10, 2009 5:00 pm
by sei01 -
Sitting in the car with tired, fighting kids. Sister talks to mechanics. I get out and walk toward them.
A $100 bill on the ground, and a poorly dressed black man walking by. He glances back at me with a smile.
Sister reluctantly hands me the bill for $97. Amen.
by alice.newman -
A bright light shone in the hall. I felt as if I knew the creature coming toward me. I layed my head on his breast and closed my eyes. I felt myself being engulfed in his feathery wings. A single tear ran down my cheek. I knew I was dead.
Dec 13, 2009 2:49 am
by panty-pirate -
I lay in a pool of my own blood under the Mid-Eastern sun. Through a red haze I a beautiful woman extending her hand.
“Your time here is done,” she said. “Help us fight our war now.”
“Who,” I gasped. “ are you?”
“My friends call me Luci.” She said.
by Golem100 -
(Edited)
I lay in a pool of my own blood under the Mid-Eastern sun. Through a red haze I saw a beautiful woman extending her hand.
“Your time here is done,” she said. “Help us fight our war now.”
“Who,” I gasped. “ are you?”
“Just call me Luci.” She said.
by Golem100 -
Angel dust made her fly-sky high. On this particular night, though, sitting alone in the cold concrete corner, bloood spilling into the silt of her eyelid, she was falling.
"Agony begets Apathy."-Her frigid body slunk against his crimson wings as he demanded that the Demons stop pulling her strings.
by Skullflowrgirl -
She was no ordinary angel, always serving others. She started every day early, putting on a great breakfast for the hoard of eight that was her family, then, with all satiated, she rushed to serve again, a classroom of fourth graders. She was an Earth-angel, a teacher - my mom!
Dec 14, 2009 1:07 am
by litreadr -
Tiny hands batted at gossamer wings, sending the welcoming ones tumbling. Eyes big in the newly made face followed their movements, fascinated. Invisible to those who’ve seen to many suns, they hovered and dipped, flashed and sparkled, entertaining their newest charge. It was the best job in God’s universe.
by TracyGarrett -
I stumbled out of the alley, my left arm dripping blood. I staggered, hit the light post. My hat splashed into the gutter.
A heap pulled alongside. I heard a door open, a woman’s voice.
“James, oh God!”
I slid to the sidewalk. My guardian angel ran to my side.
by Golem100 -
All the Good Angels are Dead
What comes down from Heaven is a blur to most, but I see it take form. A hurtling figure, fire all around and the smoke of singed wings envelops the earth. I wonder aloud if this is my Death Angel. Landing, she shrieks out, “I am the Angel of Annihilation!”Dec 15, 2009 8:18 pm
by Christ7 -
Driving into my garage on a fall afternoon, the recent death of my middle son lurched into the forefront of my consciousness. I raised my teary eyes to notice for the first time ever: a hummingbird whirring among the scarlet impatiens outside the garden door. Angel wings hum in sunlight.
by pmetzler -
Earth-bound angels dance to Frank Sinatra. Mom’s nurse dips and twirls to “It Happened in Monterey.” I crank the CD when stuck in traffic, and burly road workers swing and sway to “I Thought About You.” My tattooed and pierced hairdresser taps his boots to “I Did It my Way.”
Dec 17, 2009 11:35 am
by p_t_t -
Twilight has fallen. I gaze out the window and watch her approach, an angel walking amongst demons. She knocks once; I pretend not to notice. Twice. I can't resist forever. Three times and I finally answer. Her serene smile is a mask that hides her true intentions. "Trick or treat!"
Dec 18, 2009 12:43 pm
by DoctorAlice -
I needed time to vent so I walked to the nearest park and sat on the bench to think. An elderyly woman walks towards the bench, and asks, "May I sit here?" I reassured her, "Yes ma'am, have a seat."
She started talking to me about how her and her husband dealt with rough times in their relationship. The most important phrase that I will never forget was, "We all have problems that overtime turn into solutions."
At that time, she gripped my hand and smiled. I smiled back and turned to look the other way and surprisely saw my husband was standing by his jeep in the parking lot. I turned back and to my amazement the elderly woman that was sitting next to me had vanished.Dec 18, 2009 7:40 pm
by MonicaR -
Maia Ariel, my daughter, is an angel in earthly flesh, sent from heaven, born, torn through me, my prayers answered… finally.
I emerge from darkness after so many years. Praying day and night to Shiva to God to Allah to the Great Spirit on the wings of my Epiphany Robin…
by ChristinaCornelison -
In response to my saying 'tell me', she turned. In her eyes, this glint flickered, like an aging ballerina, recalling her first dance steps at age six.
"When my grandfather died. He had said, simply: 'light, so much light'. Then he..."
She turned away.
My work done, I smiled, disappearing.Dec 19, 2009 9:24 am
by Alex.Allen -
I have a question. Can the encounter be about one from someone you know or does it have to be your experience?
Dec 19, 2009 11:11 am
by zwag -
Well, just forget that question I had about the contest about angels. I don't think what happened can be accounted for in 50 words.
by zwag -
A bright light appeared above my head
Then, shadow like, it passed over the bed.
What the........
What is this?
And.... why is it here?
Don't be afraid, Marlena, I'm only in your head.
I knew that wasn't possible, for I was wide awake.
Then, recognizing who it was, I knew he was here for Debby'ssake.
"She thinks I was too mean to open heaven's door. She thought, for sure, I'd go to hell
and see no one no more."
A smile appeared upon his face.
"I'm here with grandma right now. Tell Debby it's alright and I came to you tonight to tell her not to cry."
I sat up and he was gone overalls and all. I scurried to the phone
I had to make a call.
The ringing stopped as her mom picked up the phone.
"Please", I said, into the piece.
"Tell Deb grandpas not alone!"
by callme_mar -
I was lost. I followed a steeple for guidance through mean streets. Walking uphill, my chest hurt. I found two feet by mine keeping stride. His hands folded behind him, I felt I leaned on him. Once at my destination he left soundlessly. No prints in the snow by mine.
Dec 20, 2009 7:35 pm
by Gpendragon -
Needle puncturing skin repeatedly sewing machine like, emblazoning the ouroboros, I recall embraces we shared over 12 years. Those embraces warm/comforting, hot/juicy, finally waxy cold. Mostly, the last cold embrace as I'm pounding his chest, pressing lips to his trying to fill lungs with breath. That heavenly embrace.
Dec 21, 2009 6:03 pm
by KaseyNipper -
He called her his Blue Angel. She was his dream and destination. Life took her in a different path, but she always returned when needed. Now she needed him and found that he had really been the Blue Angel all along. The blessing to cherish life was inherent in him.
by dreamdust -
Mom cradles Baby Jesus, carved decades ago by Greatgrandpa in Holland. Tears drop on His broken body, sacrificed on the wrong holiday.
Nearby, Dad beerily snores into his Santa hat, passed out again.
Xmas morning, squabbling over presents, nobody notices Angel Gabriel lopsidedly watching Mary kneel before an empty manger.Dec 22, 2009 1:40 pm
by laureqisaok2 -
Driving 15 mph in whiteout conditions, daughter asleep in carseat. Road covered with blowing, drifting snow.
Stranger passes me on the right.
"Asshole! Gid outa da ditch!"
Reconsidering, move into fading tire tracks.
Few moments later, car approaches in opposite lane.
Three lives spared thanks to angel called asshole.
by laureqisaok2 -
Being homeless and recently orphaned, I wasn’t one to believe in angels. The girl that stopped to talk to me, on a snowy sidewalk in the bitter chill of New York, she changed that. She offered me a slice of pumpkin pie and the warmest smile I have ever seen.
Dec 24, 2009 9:56 pm
by books -
Quarters. Genuine silver. Daddy’s quarters. Carefully collected in a blue plastic piggy ever since I was small. Gliding the mountain roads of Washington, alone for the first time on a vast adventure, I needed a calming angel and there he was, personified by solid silver quarters as gift shop change.
by mountaingirl -
Standing on the knoll, the angel was radiant, even against the brilliant, deep blue sky framing her. Her beautiful features emanated a serene calmness. How could she mean what she had just told me? It was impossible. Everything had been going so well, it just couldn’t be. She smiled, patiently waiting.
Dec 26, 2009 11:21 pm
by WillowDove -
The screeching of metal against metal jarred me wide awake. I was filled with paralyzing fear as I saw the waves of the ocean far below. The car teetered on the edge and then plunged down and then . . . stopped. Afraid to even breathe, I looked over and saw the angel.
by WillowDove -
The dark and the rustling behind me was causing my heart to beat furiously
and my blood to race through my veins, as if laced with tiny shards of glass. Suddenly, I stumbled into a clearing. As I looked around it dawned on me - I was looking at an angel.
by WillowDove -
I was staring intently at the tiny crack in the rock. There seemed to be a
faint light where there should be darkness. Puzzled I drew closer and
peered inside. My mouth dropped open in surprise and shock. There
was a hidden room and angels were dancing, wreathed in flowers.
by WillowDove -
On my knees in dispair and unhappiness I mourned my life as it used to be,mourned the ones I loved and lost. I mourned the faith I could no longer draw on for strength. Something touched me warmly on my shoulders and a peace filled me like never before.
Dec 28, 2009 2:54 pm
by gammoo -
Today was final straw. Hit rock bottom.
Cold steel in one hand, bottle of Jack in the other.
No one cares, so why go on.
Through the flutter of wings, a voice whispers:
“Like your savior, you can be born again.
But to be resurrected you must first be destroyed.”
by clhollinger -
Angel is my name. Playing Angel is my game. I am the whisper to turn to the right. I am the nudge that checks children in the night. Look for me, wish for me, and know I exist. Acknowledge me; praise me, you know you can’t resist. Angel, I am.
by kbcarmel -
Mournful mausoleum angel; your tears are made of marble. You were sculpted to endlessly grieve, yet you will never know true tears of salt. Forever youthful, you possess her almond-shaped eyes. She is now dust. I am still flesh. You are a stone reminder that I can never move on.
Dec 30, 2009 1:23 am
by candicedarden -
Stepping into the kitchen pantry, I couldn’t remember which ingredient I needed next for the gumbo. Gazing over the shelves of the narrow but rather tall closet, a mist emerged from nowhere and suspended itself before my eyes. A peace settled upon me and I knew that angels did exist.
Dec 30, 2009 10:29 am
by PgPalettePirate -
First time out in public since losing the use of my legs. Record producer? That was my last life.
Rodeo Drive. I sat tightening my new wheelchair’s footrests when a tall 20-something made a beeline toward me.
"It's going to be alright."
He’s gone, swallowed by the sidewalk crowd.Dec 30, 2009 7:45 pm
by whitemarks -
The room radiates daylight. Air flows through empty window and door openings.
Relaxed, Dad and Grandma speak – seated as they often were on a Sunday afternoon – the radio filled with hymns.
Her face brightens as my uncle crosses the threshold.
The hills outside are greener than I have ever seen.
by clearwater70 -
I stomped the accelerator and steered for the oak by the road. A pale hand touched mine and guided the car back onto the road. I stopped the car, shaking and crying. I knew then that a higher power was guiding me. I drove toward home to kill my husband.
by Golem100 -
I stepped out onto the balcony on that cold December evening. No coat, no shoes. I swung one leg over the railing and held my breath.
"Don't do it." the voice said.
I turned around, startled. and saw the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Somehow, I felt safe.Dec 31, 2009 2:58 pm
by SaraJO123 -
Snowflakes, tiny flickering spirits, joining hands,
descend to cover the earth
with their pristine bodies -- bodies sent to muffle the sound of all
but the ethereal voice of the wind
and the sight of a single bright star.
One delicate flake nestles in my palm
like an eternally glittering soul.
by kit50 -
Standing Straight
In that moment
Shaking fists at mountains and heavens
I AM HERE!
LISTEN
In that grain of time
Just dreams of dead decaying memories
Lost. Forgotten
Dried like clay statues
All statues lost in forgotten time
As a grain of sand on a summer day
Who will remember?Dec 31, 2009 8:32 pm
by callmefordiner -
You epitomize disbelief. Don’t make me regret saving your life.
Why does an angel require devotion?
I deserve and expect adoration and allegiance.
That sounds like an ...ism with which one not important.
Salvation will not find you!
You sound like a Sunday Morning Preacher.
No salvation for you!
Thanks.
by ClayThomson -
I balanced on the iron rail, looking down at the river's roiling current two hundred feet below me. This wasn't going to be as easy as I thought.
A voice spoke softly to my left: "You don't want to do that."
I answered, "No. I don't."
I stepped back down.
by WhiteGurl -
The perfectly blue hole in the sky stood out among the fuzzy, dreariness of the morning. As I stared at it moving across the sky, I thought I saw stars. Not exactly stars, but pairs of stars glowing brightly…curious, staring at me. Stars don’t come out during the daytime, right?
by Lindsvin -
Great work, everyone--and you all made the deadline! We'll share the winners here soon. Happy New Year!
Jan 1, 2010 1:56 pm
by MaggieH (admin) -
I wanted my over-educated mind to believe in the afterlife, begged my grandfather to give me a sign. The sky was gray, the sun invisible. Suddenly, like never before, I saw a small break in the clouds: a few rays pouring down, smiling. My angel's sign. I smiled through tears.
by Avina_Ramnani -
it's been a month, when do we find out who gets the book?
by panty-pirate -
We're working with Anne Rice--as you can imagine, she's quite busy--and will be announcing the winners soon.
by MaggieH (admin) -
We're delighted to announce the winners of the challenge: Elora, Alex.Allen, and laureqisaok2.
Read their entries and Anne's comments about them on our blog.
by MaggieH (admin) -
In exactly 50 words, tell a story of an encounter with an angel. ~huhm... you didn't say '50 words or less'... nor did you say 'approximately 50 words'~ watch the wording...
by kbcarmel -
those story are really nice..i can relate some of them..
Feb 11, 2010 10:50 pm
by flyingaligator1 -
One night, on an unlit Mexican Pacific coast highway, girlfriend derelict in keeping me awake, snoring next to me, I dozed off. Old VW bus--my face inches from the windshield--drifts into the opposite lane, as though by a gentle, guiding hand. The highway is deserted. But I jerk awake--and as I begin to return to the right lane, I see it: a great black steer that I would have plowed into in the misaimed headlight Jalisco night. The feel of the angel's hands were warm on the steering wheel. We found a motel a few hours later, me, the girlfriend and the angel.
by BashoKatzenjammer -
Appearing in his life before it's almost untimely end. Calling at the right time while he was in the wrong state of mind. Determined to save him, no matter if it took five minutes or fifty years. But in the end, even angels can fail...
by baumble -
On deserted trail, I cried for my daughter who needed life saving surgery. A woman came out of nowhere, and unusually, I told her my fears. She said she would go home and pray for my daughter. With warm feelings of peace, I knew she had been sent by God.
by d29e30 -
i met her when i was 7. she was alone outside the classroom and i was the only one who took notice of her. she smiled at me and from then, we became friends. she taught me how to bring out the best in me and from her i discovered passions that i've been keeping within. and then she left at 13. she's my angel. our angel. and she's my bestfriend too.
Nov 24, 2010 3:55 am
by hazelle