A visit

He doesn’t come to my room often, but it’s always at night. In his presence I sense power and justice, a great calm. Last night, he wanted to know how I was, and when I told him he smiled:

“You have a good few years in front of you, have no fear.”

I asked him about the state of the world, what he, and the others, were doing about it. He laughed.

“We observe. We are not interventionists, as those politicians would say. We keep an eye on the other guy, who appears to have recruited quite a few followers. We are not surprised. His main skill is to instil fear in the minds of humans. We know about it.”

“What can I do?” I asked.

“Be yourself, pray, for we can hear you, any time. Don’t listen to the liars, the cheats, the false prophets, the merchants in the Temple. You know the path. Don’t deviate.”

There was a pause. The great frame stood up, I felt the low sound of powerful wings unfolding, and Saint Michael was gone.

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No change, just pain #fivewords

Weekly Writing Challenge #137


The Devil really has few tricks in his bag: so there is no change, just levels of pain, another turn of the screw, in full view of the world…

But something is on the move: an army of Archangels?

Image: Archangels in St Ailbe’s Church, Emly. From left to right: Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, source

#FiveSentenceFiction: Harvest


Their legions had swept through the universe, cruel, invincible, enslaving all humans and other creatures on their path.

The harvest of souls would have continued if it had not been for one of their slaves, One with a power that they could not comprehend, the power of Love.

They crucified Her, as they had done to so many others, pitiless, torturing Her small body as She hung, dying.

But then Her call was heard, Her God responded, because She was Love, and She knew Her Daughter was true.

So the Archangels came, lowering Her fragile remains from the cross, and, in Their turn, harvesting the monsters, burning the atoms of their ashes.