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Earthbound Angel
The woman collapsed on the threadbare couch, filled with self-loathing, grief and accusations aimed at the all knowing. She felt like an inexperienced soldier facing a battle alone where the odds were against her. A fresh wave of pain and exhaustion hit her as she thought of the enemy in which she was fighting. Three stepchildren, two of her own, and a new husband were moving in opposite directions. The woman and her husband also had a child together- she was now a toddler. Like two squares of a patchwork quilt, she felt as if the family was being ripped apart with no needle or thread to mend them.
With three sets of children-, each set from a different marriage- it was hard to feel like one family. The mother’s two girls, from her previous marriage, found it hard to connect with their newfound older siblings. Her husband’s three children found it hard to trust her, and get along with their new younger sisters. The newest member of the family, their little girl, had it even harder. She only had step- siblings. Unlike the rest of the children, the little girl did not have a square on the shredded patchwork quilt that was her family. The mother was at a loss.
Fresh tears began to cascade down the pale hallowed skin, passing the seemingly permanent dark circles. Nights of urgent prayer, wretched tears and sleepless nights of worry had created the striking, but not attractive features. She felt as if all the choices she had made in her life were the wrong ones, and everything was out of control. Her beautiful little daughter with piercing dark brown eyes and the rambunctious personality made the mother feel inadequate and unprepared.
The mother sighed, suddenly wondering where the youngster was. It had been quiet for much too long- which usually meant the little one was in the bathroom flushing her sister’s fish down the toilet, or squirting the shaving cream and shampoo in the bathtub. Just as she was about to get up off the couch the little girl appeared in the living room, her hair concealing her face. The mother smiled and beckoned her daughter onto her lap. The little girls’ face lit up, which in turn brightened the entire room. With bouncing curls of dark chocolate flying from her face as she skipped over into her mother’s warm embrace, the child’s expression became sombre.
The mother examined her daughter as she climbed onto her lap. The little girl did not squirm. She always squirmed. Her little girl turned to her. Two brown orbs examined every new wrinkle, dark circle and the hallowed cheeks of her mother’s face. The mother was speechless. She had to look away from the prying eyes of her daughter, because tears of guilt were building up behind her wary eyes. Her daughter’s two little hands gently cradled her mother’s face, turning her head towards the spectrum of the little girl’s gaze.
“Mummy, your wedding was beautiful.” The mother looked at her daughter in disbelief. Her little angel was born after she and her husband were married. Shaken, she pulled a lock of brown hair that had fallen in front of the toddler’s eyes out of the way.
“It was, was it? How would you know? You weren’t born yet.” She replied with an attempt to sound light hearted, but still a dreary undertone managed to seep into the sentence. The little girl rolled her eyes, ignoring her mother’s sad undertone, as if her mother had missed an obvious answer.
“Of course I wasn’t born yet. But I still was there. I remember the ducks, and that pretty room that seemed to go on forever. The man said that the mirrors did that. You and daddy were so happy, all dressed in white. I felt very happy and peaceful.” The mother gaped at her daughter as she continued to describe in detail the appearance of the temple, and temple grounds where she and her husband were married. She continued to listen, and a warming sense of peace settled over her troubled heart.
“The ducks were so funny; they kept splashing in the fountain. The man held my hand as we watched; I even stood next to you for a little while. He told me all about you and daddy and that you were going to be my parents. He also explained what life would be like for me. He said I was like super glue, or thread. I didn’t understand then, but I do now. He told me that he loves us all more than we could ever imagine.” The little girl’s eyes opened as wide as saucers.
“He said He even loved us more than the moon, and the stars, and even the sun. Isn’t that great?” The little girl seemed to be radiating light and joy -the way only a toddler- could with her arms stretched as if to prove her point.
“What man was with you? A stranger?” The mother responded. Her little girl rolled her eyes once again at her mother for her obliviousness. The little girl knew her mommy knew the answer, but answered anyways.
“Mummy; We know him, we all know him. He’s my bestest friend! We even have a picture of him. This m
Sorry, it’s kind of long, feel free to skip my babbling, skim through, tell me if I suck or don’t or just ignore the question otherwise…Normally I write first person, and to be honest I find it a lot, lot easier but I figured I’d try something different because this story kind of calls for it because it switches between characters. Anyways moving on, constructive criticism please? I put a lot of thought into the plot but I’m not really sure I like the writing, any suggestions to make it more exciting would be great.
There was a dark presence that day, and a tingling sense of anticipation. He could feel it all, the power crackling just under the surface, the dangerous truths that had eluded him so long, teasing him. He was down to his last cigarette, watching her still with his calculating gaze, unseen by her from the shadows. She could feel his stare, he could see her discomfort, she just didn’t know where to look. It was amazing to think Willow Harper might be as powerful as he was told she was, she really did look harmless, almost angelic actually, with that round child-like face of hers, and her long strawberry blonde hair, it was extremely hard to believe she could be a threat. She looked perfectly innocent, and he knew she was in fact; the girl was not a fighter, for gods sakes the child looked like she was falling apart even to be attending this funeral. Her gaze shifted straight to him quite suddenly, her icy-blue eyes bore into him, and he could see intelligence there, gasping he took a quick step back, but after a second she frowned and looked away. Relaxing back into his place he revaluated her, smiling wryly, she certainly seemed to have a keen intuition about her, although he was quite sure she hadn’t seen him, just looked straight past.
“Maybe you are one to watch after all,” he murmured, amused at the idea, it would be but a game, would it not?
It was one of those times, when the world seemed completely unfair and all Willow wanted to do was curl up some place dark. Blinking back tears and gripping her black dress at her sides she desperately tried to hold it together, she had to at least for the burial; she couldn’t leave the funeral now.
It was a dire scene, all of the people that had been in Katie’s life, crowded around her grave, solemn and mourning as they all watched it being filled in while the rain splashed down and the wind squealed past, Willow would have given anything at that point to leave.
Katie wouldn’t have wanted it like this…she would have wanted everyone in colours and orchids instead of roses, and she would have wanted to be cremated…
She didn’t realise she was muttering aloud until a dumpy little woman she recognised as Katie’s boss jabbed her quite hard in the side and shushed her, irate with the woman she clenched her fists, trying to control herself,
Why the hell is she here? She used to do everything in her power to make Katie’s life hard…
“Shut up and listen to the funeral director.” the little woman snapped in a harsh whisper.
She had a point; Willow gave the woman the most disdainful look she could manage before turning her attention to the balding man standing in front of Katie’s grave, his voice was so monotonic that it took a second for the words she’d caught to register. He’d said that concludes the service, it was over. She would have thought she’d feel relieved, after all, this whole ordeal felt like all to much to handle but instead she just felt panicky, she couldn’t say goodbye now! It was too soon, Katie had only been gone a few days…
Renewed tears rose up and spilled over this time as the true loss finally hit her, this was really the last part of Katie and in being so, the last substantial part of her brother.
Who cares about Hayden… she thought savagely, he should be here, he should have been there for Katie, she was a much better person than him…
This was the moment she’d have to close the door on it all for good, Katie was gone.
She felt her knee’s buckle and she sunk down shakily, unaware of the wet grass soaking through her dress as the grief consumed her, tears poured down her face now as memories of Katie whirled through her mind.
She hadn’t realised quite how much Katie had grown on her, a few months ago they hadn’t even liked each other!
Silent sobs racked her body, Willow fought to get herself back under control, wiping away the tears and swallowing down the lump in her throat, the desire to get away made her take a shaky breath and rise to her feet.
I have to get out of here…
Looking around she could easily see that her dad was not in the car park with his flashy red car, and it didn’t take a genius to know he’d just forgotten, anger pushed away her grief for the moment and she shoved past a man comforting someone and began walking, she’d left her phone. She was at the gates when someone tapped her on the shoulder, she spun around wildly, so full of hostility she was ready to swing a punch. It was
Just something I’m working on and would like to get some feedback.I’ve not wrote a story in ages and I’m just kinda toying with it so please try to be easy on me even if it stinks:) And this is just a rough draft so exuse the grammer and punctuation.The gaps are where I haven’t decided on names.Ok so here’s the beginning.
I yawned as I stretched. I still felt achy and tired which was the normal for me. I hadn’t slept well since-well forever it seemed. My dreams are plagued with the same nightmarish images. I felt the familiar sadness inside, the deep dull ache. I sighed and sat up. There was only one window in the room and with the way the sun was shining around the pale floral curtains I figured it was around nine. I sat up and looked at the nightstand to my right where a small lamp and digital clock occupied space. 9:15 the clock read. I looked to my left. There was another nightstand with the same small lamp and against the wall was a dark stained chest of drawers and a small upholstered chair. Directly in front of me was a matching dresser with no mirror. I was grateful for that unfortunately there was a full length mirror in the right corner. I didn’t enjoy viewing myself in the mirror not that I had so much before. The room had aged white panel wall and dark hardwood floor with a small floral rug that matched the curtains. A few pictures dotted the walls. I could tell the room had not been used in awhile. It had a musty smell, not unpleasant, mixed with a new fabric smell. My aunt had bought new bedding and curtains prior to my arrival. I had asked her not to make a big deal of my coming. I was grateful she didn’t go overboard.
I slid out of bed and gathered some clothes and headed to the bathroom across the hall. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing the thin, pale white woman with sunken cheeks and dull blueish eyes. After I showered I brushed my dark hair into a large barrette at the base of my neck. Even my hair was dull and lifeless so there wasn’t much I felt I could do with it. I didn’t feel the need to dress up so pulled on a simple cotton dress and my favorite sandals. I went back to my room and considered unpacking my things but I figured I could do it after breakfast. I sighed once more and headed downstairs.
The smell of coffee mingled with the smell of eggs and bacon and met me before I could reach the bottom of the stairs. I paused and straightened my posture and tried to look less pathetic than I felt. I wasn’t sure that I would be fooling my mother’s only sister. My aunt was very observant and could be outspoken at times. I knew in the conversations I’d had with her she’d been holding herself back. I was grateful and hoped she’d restrain herself this morning. She was sitting at the table when I entered the kitchen.
“Good morning” she greeted me getting up from the table,” Would you like some coffee?”
“Morning Aunt __________” as far as I was concerned there wasn’t going to much good to this morning, “Coffee sounds good.” She handed me a cup from the cabinet. As I poured me a cup as she scooped eggs onto a plate with a few stripes of bacon and sat it on the table.
“You shouldn’t have cooked.” I said as I sat down to the plate.
“Nonsense, “she said handing me a fork, “You need to eat. You’re too thin.”I wondered if she decided to stop holding back. I put a bite of eggs into my mouth and chewed quietly. She was partially right I had lost 20 lbs over the past 2 years. I didn’t have much appetite and food only barely tasted good to me. I looked around the small kitchen. The walls were the same panel as my bedroom except they were painted a pale blue. The cabinets had been painted an off white probably in an attempt to update them.
“Not much has changed since you last time you visited. How long has it been since you’ve been here?” she asked assessing me with her eyes.”5-6 years?”
“Something like that.” I answered. The last time I had been here was for my uncle’s funeral. I felt a sharper stab of sadness at the memory but not for the loss of my uncle but for an even greater loss. I took a sip of coffee to moisten my sudden dry mouth.
“Well I’m glad you’re here. I don’t get much company around here except for ___________.”
“___________________?”I asked surprised and confused. I wasn’t aware anyone else lived here.
“You know the Fosters’ boy.”She said figuring I’d remember. I didn’t.” I’ve known him and his family ever since I’ve lived here. I hired him to tend the farm after your uncle passed. I couldn’t bear to sell off the animals; your uncle loved them so much. So I let him tend to the farm and reap any profit it makes. He lives in a cabin on some land I sold him across the field there.” She motioned to the large field of young corn growing.
“Oh.” I said taking a bite of bacon and relieved that no one else but us would be living under the same roof. I hadn’t been very good at being social and now living with my aunt was going to be enough for me to deal with.
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