Thursday, July 13, 2017

WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ ANGELS - Isda


Over the next several weeks, we will be sharing excerpts of the angelic characters from a work in progress, THE DARKNESS WITHIN, Book Three by Angelica Hart and Zi.








ANGEL WINGS OF HOPE

Aether  - Isda’s story

Isda: Angel of Nourishment

Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation? Hebrews 1:14


From Isda’s fingertips, tendrils flowed through the cosmic of the Aether through to the Earth's dimension and settling upon runners on a school track. The track team had been in last place and Isda knew they needed to be uplifted. Of course, they couldn’t see him, nor did they feel anything adverse just a simple jolt of encouragement and well-being.

The cross-country track team had six members, one more than needed to compete at meets. All were Freshmen and had never ran before. That made everything difficult, but they came out to every practice and ran the hills, the long lonely distances, withstood the cold winds of Fall, and dreamt of becoming competitive.

Paul noted, "This school has never won a match." They were in the middle of their seven mile course, running as a pack.

"So!" reacted Wayne, "We have only just begun."

"Throw one leg at a time before you and your heart will follow," encouraged the smallest boy, Frank. It was as if he was possessed with a new empowerment. 

At the meet, two days later, each would give every bit of themselves and would place. Third out of six at the joint contest. The local paper made a huge to-do over that, why, it was so unexpected. Parents of the boys bought up every copy they could.

"Third!" Shouted Paul as he permanent marked that word on his white T-shirt. The rest of his team members followed suit. Wearing those shirts, walking the halls of their school brought them apt attention, building pride.

The runners' pride was not the only. Isda glowed so. This would increase the balance of light just a splinter but splinter upon splinter eventually bound and made a fortification. At least that was what Isda believed. He was the Angel of Nourishment. Was his work done? No! His world was constantly filled with other opportunities to feed the souls of humans.

Even while still in the sphere of Aether, he’d prompt the couch dweller to put down the remote and take a walk, nudge the computer addicted teen to leave behind electronics and head to the neighborhood basketball court, prodded the mother of toddler twins to take time to cut up veggies for a snack rather than reach for a bag of chips.

Now and again, he’d take physical form and those forms varied from old man, to young child, to even an animal, whatever was necessary to urge humans toward physical, emotional and spiritual fulfillment.

It was May when Isda transmorphed into a frog, why, he planned on taunting a girl to learn about the local waterfowl. So odd of a task. Indeed.

Jillian was in middle school and she wouldn't have minded missing the outdoor field trip to a local pond. She simply wasn't fond of nature. It brought to mind, slime, dirt, bugs, crawling things and nasty little... frogs, like the one blocking her path. The fat bullfrog sat and stared up at her, flicking its tongue.

"Move," she squirted with a wave of her hand. 

Her peers were about, oohing and awing over this and that.

Jillian had planned on just making her way down the path to where the chaperone stood, so she could eat a granola bar. Wrong! The frog acted like a sentry. She'd step to one side, it would hop and block. She she'd step to the other side, it flip that way.

"Shoo!" She fluttered her hand at it. It's unwavering stare seemed to mock her as it came a jump closer, forcing her backward.

About to reprimand the arrogant little toad-creature, the brownish green bug-eyed bugger, came even closer, making her nearly trip over her own feet, rather than end up squashing it accidently. The little imp seemed to Corgi her at every turn, herding her somewhere, as if she was its flock-of-one.

Dare she pick it up and toss it aside? No! Instead she turned about and it was then she saw it through an opening in the reeds. A magnificent bird, standing in shallow water. Regal, majestic with a lengthy neck, spindle lean legs, white feathers, ends dipped in black that had the look of having been drawn with a fine pen. It lifted its wings as if to take flight, surely not even angels possessed such a glorious wingspan. She paused, feeling as it she just saw a ballerina, she loved dance.

"Do you know what that is?" Jillian pointed to the bird as she asked a nearby student.

The boy, rotund and studious, nodded. "A crane."

"Did you see the frog?"

"What frog?" winked the lad, mocking her with a flick of his tongue. "Cranes are one of God's gifts. They are the Ichabod... Cranes of the bird world. I love birds. What about you?"

It intrigued her, and later that day she went to library and read, wanting to know more. Little did she realize, she was on her way to becoming a biologist.

The work of Angels never ceased.

In his natural appearance, Isda was bald, dark-skinned, spindly and looked no older than an undernourished twelve year old. He wore a rope-belted robe complete with hood and well-walked leather sandals. His smile was serenity personified, and his eyes were clear nearly white orbs that reflected pure light. He smelled of clouds drying.

“It is you?” Isda proclaimed, turning from his deed to greet Dove.

“That was nice,” said Dove, smiling. “The smallest star can brighten the darkest sky and all are draw to that pinpoint of light.” The two shared the same belief that small changes were noticed. Dove was the Holy Spirit, who, this time, morphed from its bird-like form to the apparition of a young girl. She had the same eyes as Isda, but in contrast to his burlap robe, dull robes, she wore a dress of gossamer, fluid, rippling, brushed by star glitter from the galaxy of Dalsa Pleasant. Her complexion was cream pale, even her lips, giving her that ghostly impression. Was she scary? No!

“Visiting?” he asked.

“Nudging, perhaps pushing,” she countered, slipping her gaze to the left and slightly upward as if signifying this nudging came from another. “There is a human who would be nourished by giving to others. He is not bad, nor is he good, he just is.

“Like so many, lukewarm and believing that is enough.”

Dove shrugged and pointed through the mist and gray of Aether to the clarity of a sole man, sitting in a Chick-fil-A.

“This one needs something personal.”

Dove settled on a wooden bench swing that hung from nowhere. There was much to do, but she could take a pause, eternity wasn’t going anywhere and Isda’s spirit saturated the area, making Dove feel satiated in every way.

"Shall we?"

"You lead and I shall follow."

continued next week ***
About the Story: The Darkness Within is a fast-paced supernatural thriller involving, kidnapping, romance, gypsies, and supernatural beings. The tale revolves around private detective Brie (Gabriella) Tyler's investigation of several missing young women believed to be runaways. Somehow, it connects to a past she cannot remember.   While trying to find his missing niece, Jake Marlo, the owner of prestigious private detective agency, crosses path with Brie. Independent and feisty, Tyler resists Marlo's help and romantic attention. The two collide as heinous henchmen and supernatural forces threaten to destroy their lives.


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