In my opinion, I didn't deserve to die. Who knew catapulting yourself off the roof on a skate board was an extremely bad, lethal and all in all quite humiliating experience? I certainly did not, other wise I would still be alive, because in my opinion, I'm a pretty stupid angel. "Where's the harp? Where's the giant golden halo and wings? Where are the pink clouds? " You're asking. I don't know. Last thing I remember from my past Earth life was black...
It had been a hot sunny day, which was good, because from experience and scars, I can tell you skate borading in the rain is not easy. Or very fun. But skate boarding off the roof in pure sun light-that was my idea of a good time. There was a crowd of my cronies looking upwards at me as I climbed, the long wobbling silver ladder-I had never seen any thing as high. Sweat was literally gushing from my paws, but I kept climbing steadily up rung by silver rung, until it seemed as if I would just flop over and die that moment. But as I looked around at my settings, I was on the roof. Energy surged through me and I let out a yip of joy, raising my arms above my head in victory. The crowd clapped and cheered, hooted and hollered. I felt good. I tipped my skate board up, letting the nose of it be clutched in my fore paw. Then I placed it down on the home made wooden ramp and rolled it back and forth, its wheels squeaking a bit, but I ignored the minor fact-my cronies were counting down my jump. When they hit ONE I sprang onto my board and the wind began the wind began to rush, puffing my hair and biting at my ears, threatening to undo the straps of my helmet. I caught air and went flying. I was 20 feet in the air. I felt free. Free as a bird- I could fly away, I could f l y...
But it was as if a chain was pulling me down wards and I plummeted to the ground, my tiny brown frame crumbling as the force of the dirt and rocks hit it. My paws brushed against the grass, as if to grasp it. I heard some one let out two raspy words "Remember me..." and with a pang, I knew I had uttered them myself. Then everything went black and my chain was broken. I opened my eyes and saw my disheveled body on the ground. I blinked, but by that time I had been spirited away. I fell into a deep sleep then and awoke to the wind blowing grass over my face. I thought it must have been a dream at first, but then I soon realized, as I straitened, that I hadn't the fainest idea where I was, and I knew it was not. I was dead. And as soon as I thought those words, I knew for sure they were true. It was a new dawn, a new day.
For now, in the land of the dead, I live in an old fast food shop. My wings are the neon glow on the markings on my legs which happen to match the sign JAMES'S GOOD COOK'N! which resides on a huge post next to the window in my room. It's not all that bad here, most of us stupid angels think that any way, since the owner, James, an older angle in the form of a human, has taken us in and given us a place to stay and eat. We don't have any powers, since we didn't die saving any one, but maybe, if I can flip my burgers correct enough times, the others and I can go visit the High Angel to ask for some so we can help out a bit. Maybe. But for now, I make a sorta stupid angel.
It had been a hot sunny day, which was good, because from experience and scars, I can tell you skate borading in the rain is not easy. Or very fun. But skate boarding off the roof in pure sun light-that was my idea of a good time. There was a crowd of my cronies looking upwards at me as I climbed, the long wobbling silver ladder-I had never seen any thing as high. Sweat was literally gushing from my paws, but I kept climbing steadily up rung by silver rung, until it seemed as if I would just flop over and die that moment. But as I looked around at my settings, I was on the roof. Energy surged through me and I let out a yip of joy, raising my arms above my head in victory. The crowd clapped and cheered, hooted and hollered. I felt good. I tipped my skate board up, letting the nose of it be clutched in my fore paw. Then I placed it down on the home made wooden ramp and rolled it back and forth, its wheels squeaking a bit, but I ignored the minor fact-my cronies were counting down my jump. When they hit ONE I sprang onto my board and the wind began the wind began to rush, puffing my hair and biting at my ears, threatening to undo the straps of my helmet. I caught air and went flying. I was 20 feet in the air. I felt free. Free as a bird- I could fly away, I could f l y...
But it was as if a chain was pulling me down wards and I plummeted to the ground, my tiny brown frame crumbling as the force of the dirt and rocks hit it. My paws brushed against the grass, as if to grasp it. I heard some one let out two raspy words "Remember me..." and with a pang, I knew I had uttered them myself. Then everything went black and my chain was broken. I opened my eyes and saw my disheveled body on the ground. I blinked, but by that time I had been spirited away. I fell into a deep sleep then and awoke to the wind blowing grass over my face. I thought it must have been a dream at first, but then I soon realized, as I straitened, that I hadn't the fainest idea where I was, and I knew it was not. I was dead. And as soon as I thought those words, I knew for sure they were true. It was a new dawn, a new day.
For now, in the land of the dead, I live in an old fast food shop. My wings are the neon glow on the markings on my legs which happen to match the sign JAMES'S GOOD COOK'N! which resides on a huge post next to the window in my room. It's not all that bad here, most of us stupid angels think that any way, since the owner, James, an older angle in the form of a human, has taken us in and given us a place to stay and eat. We don't have any powers, since we didn't die saving any one, but maybe, if I can flip my burgers correct enough times, the others and I can go visit the High Angel to ask for some so we can help out a bit. Maybe. But for now, I make a sorta stupid angel.
(Will add more later, about James and all, not to the story. I guess this would make a good role play, the idea of a home for sorta stupid angels, and their journey to get powers, but as I'm a COPPA, I can't do it. If you'd like to make one, post here with the link so I can make sure you gave me credit for the original idea.
Comments and Crits would be great on the drawing and the story, and yes, I know they're both fails. Thanks!
