The next chapter in the Fred the Angel series.
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short stories
#39 Woke Up
I woke up. While that is nothing really remarkable for anybody else it is for me. You see I have been asleep for over thirty years. I guess you can call me Rip. You know after that Rip Van Winkle character.
You may wonder why I feel asleep and who was taking care of me while I slept. The answer is I’m in a spaceship barreling across the galaxy. I am miles from earth. The rest of my crew will wake up soon. Then we can find out why the ship woke me up. Wait, what is that outside?
#38 Relax
“Relax, there is no reason to be upset because someone doesn’t do what you want them to.”
“Yeah, don’t you think I know that? I’m not upset that Joe didn’t listen. I’m upset he took it upon himself to let the creature out without asking me first.”
“Really, what could happen?”
A sudden noise caught their attention.
“What was that?”
The sound of bricks falling reverberated through the building.
They looked at each other. “That is what could happen, Paul, that is what could happen.
“Jean, look I’m…”
“Don’t worry about it…we got us a creature to catch.”
#37 Compassionate Neighbors
John looked out his front window.
“John, what are you doing”
“I’m looking over at the Walter’s house.”
“Why?”
“I was over talking to Biil the other day. He’s been laid off from his job for a while…” John glanced back across the street. “The money is getting tight and he doesn’t know how he is going to make ends meet.”
John looked at his wife Gloria. “I’ve got an idea,” She left for a few moments then came back. “I made some calls.”
A little while later a car pulled up at the Walter’s and left some boxes.
#36 Dying Roses
He held in his hands the dying roses. The last remnants of a life and love gone by. He slowly moved from where he stood and walked towards the grave stone. It was only a couple days before he stood here, tears streaming down his cheek as the pastor made his way through the service. Now he was back to bring her the last of her favorite flower, red roses. The roses were wilting but he knew she would’ve still loved them.
“Good bye dear. We had 50 good years. I will miss you.”
He turned and shuffled off.
Peter – A Short Story Parable | HubPages
An original parable based on Romans 12:21
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#35 Mr. Death
Joe looked at Death.
Death looked back at Joe. “You’re early.”
Joe stood there a few more moments trying to take in the vision before him. He’d never seen death before but he always a preconceived vision of death in his mind: a tall skeletal figure in a black robe carrying a sickle. The creature or person in front of him was dressed like Michael Jackson and had a normal looking face topped by blond hair. He also was sans sickle.
“You’re Death?”
“The one and only. But I’m not expecting you for another…almost gave away your deathday.”
#34 The Lonely Cane
The lonely cane leans against the wall. Waiting, waiting, for the owner to return. The cane misses its daily walk, sometimes to the park, others time to the falls. The owner has been gone so long . The cane wonders of his return. So it just sits and waits patiently.
“Dad, what do I do with the cane?”
“Bring it along son, maybe I’ll keep it to remember him by…maybe not.”
The lonely canes moves on.
#32 The Weapons
“Excuse me dear. Why are there weapons in my bathroom?”
She looked over at her husband. “Well…Uum..”
“I’ve told you before. I don’t like it when you bring your work home with you. Itmis bad enough having a spy for a wife but…”
“Okay… I was going to move them.”
