Okay yeah I need to work on more but today is the sit around and try to decide what to work on.  This is a bit from a tale i have tentatively titled Angels and Music.


The Music swelled in the darkness chasing behind them like a flock of valkerie intent on sending their souls down to hell.  Nothing made sense in this place.  Each emotion, each motion was accompanied by music straight from a mad Broadway play.  The heavy guitar runs sped up, forcing them to move faster across the broken cement streets.  Two dark forms flashing of silver and gold.

The glowing red figures behind them were followed by the sounds of tortured strings and voices cursing in ancient Latin,  The creatures threw fire and lightening at them.  Both were singed from glancing blows but they knew they were being herded somewhere  They ducked and dodged  but they just couldn’t shake the hounds following them.

The taller, golden figure paused for a moment, bracing the smaller silver haloed form.  Eyes darting about, she spotted a lighter section in the unrelenting gloom.  Turning, she guided her burden toward what she hoped was a doorway.  Whether to a room or another realm it would be safer than the haunted streets.


“Leave me, Angelica,” whispered the silver haired, delicate creature.  The lovely hair covered a face of earth breaking beauty.

“No, sister.  Never again.”  The taller woman continued to gently ease the other toward the hope of rest.  They reached it only to find the doorway was merely an illusion.  Angelica let out a harsh sigh and eased her sister to the ground.  “It has to be here,” she made a fist and smashed it into the wall before her.

The music started to swell again and it’s edge was harder now.  More masculine if you wish.  With a fluttering of feathers and the creak of leather, another form stepped from the gloom.  The scent of smoke and cologne drifted to golden Angelica and silver April.  As one their heads lifted.  “It can’t be,” whispered the tiny silver woman.

Angelia stepped once more between her sister and the unknown.  Pulling what was left of her once shining sword she narrowed her eyes. “Drop the seeming bastard.  That form is too good for devil hounds and demon bait!”   Her voice, though ragged and hoarse was still the pure tones not meant for this place.

He stepped from the murk and flicked a lighter.  The tiny flame lit up the panes of a man’s face  Ragged and handsome in a way that would never be called pretty, the face was one she longed to see again but different.  A scar ran from the hairline on the left, down through one eye and stopped at the upper lip.  Clearly a sword slice, the left eye no longer matched the glowing onyx right one.  It was milky.


A good opening for sure but not sure when I will do this one.