The Broken Planet!

Let is be clear this is a work of fiction, and therefore a story created from my imagination.

The Broken Planet.

A streak of light warmed my face through a crack of the curtains. Another beautiful day to wake up to but not for another 5 minutes, I thought and rolled over. Been busy creating all kinds of worlds and this week was no different. And for that I deserve a nice long weekend of relaxing and not hurrying anything.

“Hey Gabriel, I made you breakfast”

That would be my angel, waking me with her delightful sexy voice. Her finger tips soft as her feathered wings brushing away the hair from my face.

Her lips caress me with a gentle kiss “Rise and shine. Don’t tell me you forgot about Father visiting today?”

The words bring me in a shock and upright in my bed. I so forgot about that, he was coming over to see my newest creation. “I almost forgot, so much for my extra five minutes”

I stretch my arms and wings, “Good morning Angel”

With an agile and smooth jump she sits beside me holding a tray of warm, sweet scented bread. A glass of fresh orange juice, a steamy hot cup of coffee and some creamy butter decorated with a White rose lying across the plate.

“You outdone yourself Angel, thank you”

-“Well you did work very hard this week, so I figured it is the least you deserved. Bon appetite”

Open swings the door and in runs little Ezekiel crying big tears “I am sorry brother, I didn’t mean to. Snot… snicker… sniff…. I am sorry, I…, I….” Blehhhhhhh

“Calm down Ezekiel. Take a deep breath and tell me what has happened” I put my arm around my little brother and pet him softly on the back. Angel takes away my tray with the spilled coffee and soaked bread to make room for Ezekiel to sit more comfortably.

“I… I am sorry brother, I was playing with Lucifer and… and I… he… we bumped against the pillar and…” his tears kept rolling across his cheek like a waterfall flowing to his chin. “You see we broke it brother… I AM SO SORRY” His cries became louder as he collapsed onto my lap. He was clinging on to me with all his strength.

Without any thought I rushed down the corridor to my work chamber still having Ezekiel holding on for dear life. In a flash of lightning I stood there watching Father picking up the shards of this world I had created. A world created from dreams, it was perfection.

Lucifer standing in a corner with a little grin on his face and a red hand across the cheek, I could not help father putting back together that blue sphere that had a large patch of green fertile land. I was in total shock.

“It may be less than perfect now my son, it is now a broken planet, that from now on will be known as Earth.” Father smiled as he did his best putting back together the planet of my dreams.

©Ranting Crow2014

This story was created from a TipsyLit Prompt you can find here. For this week’s prompt, your story should include some form of picking up the pieces. It is my first prompt I think with a word count of 500, that is also happens to be the maximum suggested word count. Hope you enjoyed my take or fictional story of earth’s creation. eave a thought or any other kind of comment.

Best Wishes
Ranting Crow

One of those days!

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One of those days.

After all that time, it had to end like this. With a smack around the face left to right by my own mother. After what was later deemed crazy and untrue to say. Only age 8 I know what I saw, I am sure it wasn’t just my imagination. It was not that I lied to mummy.

“I seen it momma. I seen some angels beat a person up. Their robes were getting all red”

That one day was the start of 30 years after, to where I am today. Constantly being told “Angels are good guys” and than there was the way they looked down on me and tell me I was crazy, mad or even Evil myself.

Sure I am the one having one of those days again where memories come flooding back. In this tiny room with my sleeves strapped on my back to prevent me from harming myself. My fingertips can feel hardened stumps that give of a jolt of pain when pushed hard. All the padded walls and floor covered in brown stains. Unsure what is up or down, I sit still in a corner.

‘I am good boy, I told mummy the truth.’ And if what I saw was real the sad part of this story is that my mummy lied to me then. The one thing that also was told to be evil. What is good or what is evil… I was her angel.

The door opens “Nap time Billy”

Nurse Netty walks in with her cup of pills, her white wings folded perfectly behind her back. Rest is upon me and find peace in the unknowing. It will be the end of one of those days. With an eager open mouth I take my pills.

“That is a good boy Billy, we can’t have you pretend to be an angel and beat people now can we. Rest well”

Sounds volume is turned down and the browned stains blur the creamy colour into the darkness. My personal heaven of calm. What is good, what is Evil. I am not so sure any more.

©Ranting Crow2014

So there we have it ladies and gents. A prompt given by Tipsy lit. You can find it here if you like to join in, into the fun.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow