Dangerous Dementions by Virginia Lang (suggested reading .TXT) 📖

your fire stay true, of a heart that once caring, caved dark, sad and blue? Of a war so forgotten many years past, the humans rise on fallen, growing dare say fast. Of the golden city gates and the fiery city reds, of a heart filled of hope and a heart filled of dread. One will lead the fallen, of those angels that hath fell, to change not the life of then but the life of now…’

Hmm. That is an interesting bit of poetry. Though I cannot tell if it is or not it sure had a varied sound. Dad would probably know more on it, or maybe his friend from down the street. Hedry Froy was dad’s good friend; he was a big Shakespeare fan and such. He always had some form of play or poem to bring along and read during holidays.

Mom thinks he’s kooky.

He probably wouldn’t be any help from across the country. If only I could get my hands on dads contact book in his top drawer in the office.

Like that would happen right now…

The sudden taste of bitter coffee touched my tongue as I inhaled the air and a wave of nausea; Hand against the counter. Cramp…then it disappeared. Just like that. It felt like someone was watching me from the direction of the front door. I couldn’t look up though; instead I decided to call it a night for now. I closed up 10 minutes later, the nausea and the prickling feeling of being watched now gone.

You’re just jumpy from the reading, and thinking about Dad.

Was I? Was it really just the dwelling thoughts on the script from the book or was it dad…or was it that something or someone was watching you from outside

. No, it’s just the night. I told myself. Skateboard in hand. Mark expected me home soon, since I called not long ago from inside.

But it wasn’t home.

Syracuse is home. Back east with Mom…and Dad.

But dad wasn’t there. Mom was hardly home. So wasn’t this better? Someone to go home too, who asked how your day was and attempted to make chicken Parmesan without burning the house down?

It’s better than no home at all.

I reminded myself, taking off to Marks…and I suppose now my, home.


In the distance beyond the window, an Angel sent from the High Court of Light and a Demon once reborn into the Dark Court of Old, stood in a silence. One knew not of the others existence in this particular time, however the other knew full well of the others proximity and all alerts in his head were up. The human girl lying in her bed beyond the other side of that glass was the most important thing to both their worlds. As protector of the human, it was the Angels duty to always look after her well being, however now as he looks upon the demon that is oblivious to both their existence he realized that father time is about to strike the first chime on the girls birthing hour. Midnight. Her 18th birthday…

From somewhere in the dark chambers of hell a dark soul once apart of the world shedding more light than now none taps his skin hide gloved fingers against the bone tabletop of his council. Counting the dreary chimes of the hissing clock in the distance… Five…four…three…two…

One the last strike…

“It’s time.”

Imprint

Text: All storylines and characters are owned by myself. Angels and Demons quotes taken from Dan Browns Novel.
Publication Date: 05-07-2010

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Dedication:
To My Father, for being my everything in life.