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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Serie: Immortal Defiance
- Sprache: Englisch
Enjoy this short holiday fantasy story about a sick boy and an Angel of Death who's sick of his job.
Micah hates miracles.
They always have a cost, but as an Angel of Death he must grant one every year.
It looks like Bobby is going to be the recipient of this twisted miracle.
Poor kid. Like dying from leukemia wasn’t enough, now the boy is going to be given a miracle that won’t end with a happily ever after.
This stand-alone paranormal short story (6800+words) about crappy miracles and an angel who is sick of his job will make you laugh, cry and hope someone is brave enough to defy the immortals in power.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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Saving Christmas Breakfast
Immortal Defiance, Volume 2
L. S. O'Dea
Published by L. S. O'Dea, 2022.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
SAVING CHRISTMAS BREAKFAST
First edition. November 17, 2022.
Copyright © 2022 L. S. O'Dea.
ISBN: 978-1942706939
Written by L. S. O'Dea.
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CHAPTER 1: Micah
CHAPTER 2: Bobby
CHAPTER 3: Bobby
CHAPTER 4: Micah
CHAPTER 5: Bobby
CHAPTER 6: Bobby
CHAPTER 7: Bobby
CHAPTER 8: Micah
CHAPTER 9: Bobby
CHAPTER 10: Micah
CHAPTER 11: Micah
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Enjoy this short holiday fantasy story about a sick boy and an Angel of Death who's sick of his job.
Micah hates miracles.
They always have a cost, but as an Angel of Death he must grant one every year.
It looks like Bobby is going to be the recipient of this twisted miracle.
Poor kid. Like dying from leukemia wasn’t enough, now the boy is going to be given a miracle that won’t end with a happily ever after.
This stand-alone paranormal short story (6800+words) about crappy miracles and an angel who is sick of his job will make you laugh, cry and hope someone is brave enough to defy the immortals in power.
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CHAPTER 1: Micah
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Micah strode down the hospital corridor, the lights dimming to darkness as he approached. Their warmth devoured by the coldness of his presence only to flutter back to brightness as he passed. At first, he’d convinced himself that he could feel that heat for one fleeting instant, but that’d been a dream of a memory he no longer had. Angels of Death were not allowed to remember past lives. It was the first thing the gods took when they recruited the dead.
He pretended that he didn’t miss the warmth of life—sunshine, a blanket, a fire. Feelings like that were for newbies. He’d been lectured for centuries to stop wanting things he couldn’t have and to accept his existence as it was. No pain. No torment. No decisions. Nothing but darkness and death.
He didn’t need to glance at the number on the rooms to know where he was to be. The sorrow echoed down the hallway, leading him to his destination. He stopped in the doorway. It was almost time.
Two adults slept with their hands clasped. Their love bound them tighter for their troubles. Other children rested. Their minds were uneasy, but exhaustion had won this war. A boy lay in the bed, drifting between the world of the living and Micah’s realm.
The young seemed to be rushing to his world too soon lately—drugs, alcohol, suicide—but not this one. This child had the scent and look of one who’d suffered for years. Why had Gillstrom sent him to collect this spirit? His boss knew he hated taking children—so much life untapped, so much warmth not given. Other Angels enjoyed taking the sick, no matter the age. They believed they brought peace from the pain, but all he saw was the end of a life before it’d had a chance to live.
He slipped into the room and leaned against the wall. It didn’t matter what he thought. Old. Young. Healthy. Sick. His job was to escort them to the next part of their journey whether he liked it or not.
CHAPTER 2: Bobby
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Bobby was dying. He had been since birth or at least as far back in his twelve years that he could remember. Leukemia. The hated “L” word. He’d been fighting it forever, but it’d finally won. His battle was almost over.
He turned his head, careful not to wake his mother who was curled up in the hospital bed with him. The nurses had stopped telling her it wasn’t allowed days ago. His father dozed in the chair, even in sleep he held his wife’s hand, sharing strength and sorrow. Ricky was curled up on their father’s lap, ten years old and never sick a day. His little brother was the complete opposite of him. It sucked that the kid had to spend Christmas in the hospital instead of playing in the snow and opening presents. Beth, his fifteen-year-old sister, slept in a chair near his oldest brother who was the only one still awake.
Nick sat by the bed, clutching Bobby’s hand and talking in hushed whispers. Bobby could barely comprehend the words anymore, only the feelings—fear, desperation, anger, love. He understood because he felt them all too. His life had been short and hard, cruel even and it wasn’t fair. He wanted to shout at God, but He wasn’t here, so his messenger would have to do.
CHAPTER 3: Bobby
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Bobby turned away from his brother and focused on the corner where the light refused to enter. “You can come out. I know you’re there.” His words were more thought than sound as his body slowly surrendered to its fate.
“I was waiting for you.” The shadows shifted, consuming the brightness as the dark angel stepped into the open.
“Why?” It was one word, but it held so many questions. Why him? Why now? Why? Rage, an emotion he hadn’t felt in a long time, roared through him. “Why?” He almost sobbed. He didn’t want to die. He’d barely lived.
