I sat on the porch swing one day

Thanking God for everything bright and gay

A crisp breeze brushed my cheeks

Cruising her way through my hair

Excited strands ran after her

To make her stay, to hold her there

But euphoria can’t be bound they say

So she gamboled away

God Bless the little soul of hers

She made everything so bright and gay

Then the old sun with the all-knowing smile

Sprinkled some of his brilliant shine;

On the silent tiny droplets

Sitting on the green of the grape vine.

But the drops not absorbing the light;

Reflected their little rainbows for me to play.

God bless their selfless hearts

They made everything so bright and gay

The cradling swing played a happy tune.

With its creaking joint it sings.

The quarrelling sparrows turned dancers

To touch every note with their wings

God Bless these lively birds I say

They made everything so bright and gay

You know who I'm talking about.

The world doesn't need to know, you know it is enough.

It was quiet at first. We both stared at each other, a few feet apart, me just staring into those deep hazel pools I'd love to look into.

So we stood there. For a moment I thought you were just going to leave. Then I hear your breath tremble. You slowly walk to me, and hug me, burying your face in my hair.

Your hands are trembling, and I sink to the floor, just us kneeling to the grass, the world is revolving around this one moment, the last moment we can see each other for who knows how long.

We sit on the porch, your arm protectively over my shoulder, us eating popsicles. You hate cherry flavored. So I bought all the grape flavored ones for you.

Then you need to leave. I hold in the tears. You hug me again, but this time you kiss me on the forehead. We trade numbers, and then yo walk into the car, and I wave as you leave, you waving back until I'm nothing but a speck in your window.

I look at the popsicle stick you left on the porch. I take it and slip it in my pocket.

Today was the day. I crawled out of the twin size bed that the agency assigned me when I turned six. I glanced around the large room that I shared with all of the other angels in the same year as me. Most of them were already up and making their beds with the perfect precision the elder angels taught us, and many were roaming the room chatting about the festivities the day was supposed to hold. A few ran straight to the hooks where we placed our uniforms every night before crawling in bed. Sitting upon the hooks were brand new turquoise jumpsuits, and the few who were very modest ran to slip these over their body first thing. The turquoise uniform has a great meaning in our society and up until now we were required to wear lavender jumpsuits, but today is a special day. The air in the room was full of excitement and giddiness, but I just want to go back to sleep. I am not excited about anything the future holds for us in the agency.

Angel Tamara had breakfast made for all of the angels who were turning thirteen today. It was a breakfast full of lemon poppyseed waffles, eggs, cinnamon rolls with raspberry, brightly colored fruit platters, and all of the juice any angel could ever want. Since all angels have the same birthday only the thirteen-year-olds get celebrated, and this is because when we turn thirteen we get to perform our first miracles. We have trained towards this since our second year of life. Most angels love the idea of getting to help people avoid terrible mistakes and accidents, or award good humans with great spouts of luck, but I despise the idea. I think if something was meant to happen to a person than that shall be it. I don’t want to go messing around with some stupid human’s life.

After breakfast, all of the angels who turn thirteen today were supposed to report to the auditorium for our graduation ceremony, but I had no interest in going. So I did the only logical thing. I snuck into the library and picked up where I left off in Dr. Ash’s guide to human medicine. I don’t know why any of the human medicine books are in the library, because angels aren’t supposed to care about taking care of sick humans, we are only supposed to help them avoid getting sick or hurt in the first place. I read thirty-two pages of the guide and then hurried to the auditorium before any of the elders knew I was gone. When I got there the elder angels were just starting to hand out the day’s city assignments. The way our system works is kind of like a human video game. We get assigned a city at random and we know the number of miracles we are supposed to complete in a day, but we don’t know who we are supposed to be performing miracles for or when. Many of the angels think it’s fun to go out into the human world. But I don’t want to even think about it.

Angel Ninata was reading off the assignments. I had decided that the only way I would leave the agency was if I could get assigned to Boston, Massachusetts. I had read that there were a lot of good human medical facilities in that part of North America, and if I was going to be forced to leave then that’s where I wanted to go. I knew she was getting close to my name, and I started to get nervous. Then she said it. How did they know? Somehow I got assigned to Boston and my elder angel was going to be angel Ninata herself. She was never going to let me stray from the mission. I hate angel Ninata, she was probably the main elder who planned this. Why can’t they just pick somebody else to torture? Maybe the elders did this so they could teach me to love our miracle work.

I just wanted out of the stuffy auditorium. The elders knew what they were doing and there’s no way it wasn’t on purpose. And now I had to sit through another hour of congratulatory speeches. Sometimes I really hate that I was designed to be an angel. I wish I was able to control more of my destiny just like a human can. I had my mind made up and I was positive that I wanted to be a medical doctor, and no elder angel was going to stop me. Angel Matting was up for the next congratulatory speech and then angel Romoni, and then there were three more unimportant elder angels after them.

We were dismissed and ordered to report to the portal room for the first time. We all knew where the room was, but we were never allowed to enter before today. I looked around to find my name and angel Ninata’s name on a board above what I assumed was a portal. When I found it I slowly made my way there and found that angel Ninata was already there waiting on me. I had a feeling the elders had a lot more going on here than I suspected. Angel Ninata quickly ran through the ins and outs of using the portals. First, we had to put on the agency assigned touch screen bracelets that are designed to keep track of all miracles performed on the human side of the earth and keep the angels invisible to all other creatures. Then we were just supposed to press a button that is built into the bracelet and somehow the portal would take us to our daily assignment. Angel Ninata told me to go on ahead and she would follow right behind me.

I instantly knew that something about the system was messed up. Were the elders playing a trick on me? I recognized where we were from my years of studying. They must have designed this for me on purpose. We were in the middle of a brightly lit, top-class hospital. I glanced over at angel Ninata and saw a slight grin on her face.

“You are special Sanchik. The other elders and I have watched your interest in human medicine grow over the years, and we decided to see where it leads. Now unlike the other angels who only have a mentor who watches over them for their first four months of miracle performing, you will have a mentor for your entire career. The angels haven’t seen any changes in our day to day miracle performing society for over six thousand years, and we are beginning the change with you. Instead of performing miracles on the streets of your assigned city, you are going to be assigned to performing miracles inside of hospitals. We trust you won’t disappoint us.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing come out of angel Ninata’s mouth. Seriously, how did the elders know? I promised her that I would try my hardest to refrain from disappointing any of the elders.

Angel Ninata led me to an operating room on the sixth floor of the hospital. I will never understand why humans make the layout of buildings so uncomfortable. I knew that I was about to perform my first miracle, and I hoped all my years of studying would to pay off. I was so scared walking into the operating room and seeing a young redheaded girl laying on the table. What if I wasn’t good enough to save her life? Surely I was. I’d been training my whole life for this, and I had a promise to keep. I walked over just as the surgeon was about to make a mistake that would have killed the girl. I gently took his hands and moved them three millimeters to avoid the fatal mistake. Such a small movement could cost so much. It was exhilarating. I couldn’t believe I had just saved this girl’s life, and nobody would ever know I had anything to do with it.

It felt so fulfilling to know that I was capable of helping without getting anything in return for my miracle performing. I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to crawl back into my nicely made twin bed. I want to be right here. This is where I belong.

Just recently my family adopted a new dog. She stayed in the backyard, but there was a problem: We also had a rabbit in the backyard. Dogs and Rabbits don’t get along together very well. So we brought the rabbit into the house. For 2 weeks the Rabbit stayed in a box: a big, plastic, storage box with a red lid. I have to admit, he was quite happy, but I think he was geting a little bit bored. My sisters offered to house the rabbit in their room because we could not put the rabbit in the living room; my dad is allergic to rabbits.

One morning I heard my sister yelling and screaming at the furry rodent. Turned out the rabbit had eaten half of her math page. My mom was not happy and in the end she had to email the teacher to send another copy of the math page. But thats only the biggining.

The next day the rabbit hopped on to my other sisters bed and scratched it up, leaving behind hair and Poop. My other sister was not happy; both of my sisters were angry. I figured they were about to tell me to take the rabbit to my room and house him. Thankfuly it did not come to that.

So we kicked him out to the garage. He was quite happy there. But one day my brother left a mirror in his box. The rabbit (rabbits are pretty dumb) tryed to frighten the other rabbit in the mirror. As he was trying to frighten the other rabbit, the other rabbit frightened him. He backed off and the other rabbit backed off to. The rabbit seing that this was a good chance to show the other rabbit who he was charged and the other rabit charged to. The rabbit never got his revenge for I had finally relized what the noise had been and quickly pulled the mirror out. Boom! The rabbit hit the side of the box. Confused and bewildered he retured to his bed, not knowing were the other rabbit had gone.

#funny #flash-fiction #rabbit

I asked an answer,

All I got was a comment,

Which made me say nothing,

I am not bluffing.

But truthfuly it was in my heart was to obey

But Obedience lags behind me

Fire trys to find me,

I am me and I found Lies, on a tray.

I can not forget my sorrow,

time I could not even borrow,

Till I found peace in Crist.

And now the angles are shouting,

Life is so a dream, as I thought,

But I am a light to all man kind.

Thank you.

Have you ever seen a cloud that looks like a Rabbit: living, moving, breathing. Filling its lungs with vaporized atmosphere. Well if you have ever seen this kind of cloud, you must have felt the urge to just stand there, simply rooted to the spot. But even if you have not seen a cloud like this, or even heard of one, you have surely heard the wind whistling through the trees. Or seen the soft ripples it makes on a pond during sunset? Well, these simple things you take for granted may not be so simple after you here what they really are.

Millions of years ago, when the earth was still young, a great forest inhabited the earth. Now this forest inhabited not only the continent which we call North Amarica nowadays, but every single continent in the whole world! The only living creatures where trees, Patapats (That grew on Patapat bushes, and had the shape and texture of a patato), and rabbits that hopped around on there hind legs all the time and had ears that were so large the rabbits had no need for a house for they could just use there large ears for shelter. In the spring all the rabbits whould gather as many Patapats as they could in their little paws and whould put all the Patapats in their large ears. Then they would make a large fire and put their ears laden with Patapats over the fire and would socialize till the Patapats had cooked. After this they would take one patapat at a time and bash it and mash it until they were satisfied. Then they would grab it with their little paws and eat it up and reach for the next one.

Now it just so happened one day (as you might expect), one of the rabbits spilt all of his Patapats into the fire. Quickly he jumped into the fire grabing 3 of the 30 or so Patapats spilt. And just as quickly he jumped out of the fire, much to the amusement of the other rabbits. Not knowing what to do with the 3 uncooked Patapats he resolved to eat one. Bad idea. As soon as he had swallowed the raw Patapat he began to turn white and to rise up into the sky. The rest of the Rabbits were astonished. All at once they began to socialize and were so distracted that they did not even notice that their Patapats where burning! Finally after an hour or so they relized their Patapats were disappearing. So without ferther a dew they ate as many as they could. Bad idea. Suddenly all the rabbits began to rise up into the air and disappear. So now we have clouds and wind that are actually rabbits and if you hear the wind wistling through the trees, just know that it is the rabbits socializing.

Isn't silence the greatest killer.

I am silent.

It doesn't mean

I              I                I                     I 

don't    don't      don't                don't 

see        Hear     Understand.   Feel

I do but

Isn't silence the greatest killer.