Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  



The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!



 
Short Stories PLEASE ENCOURAGE THE AUTHOR BY COMMENTING

  LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE   SEND A PRIVATE MESSAGE
  HIRE THIS WRITER
REPORT ARTICLE

 TRACK THIS AUTHOR ADD TO MY FAVORITES
corner
What's New
 
corner
 
Angels Preparing for the Day of Wrath
by Julie Michaelson
12/08/10
For Sale
Author requests article critique


  Mail
 





So
the first
angel
went
and
poured
his bowl
on
the earth.
[Revelation 16:2]
********************
(Sylvestor, Briggund
and Nathaniel are
back from their most
recent Fighting-Assignment
on Earth*. Although
permanently assigned
to the Lower-Right-Fifth-Squadron
under Archangel Michael,
they are often assigned
to take various classes
in preparation for the
Coming Rapture, and
Day of the Lord. This
particular time
is Bowl-Throwing Class.
Their instructor
is Seriphim Maxwell. The
classroom is located in
the Arts and Crafts
Building, on the South Campus
near the Choir Practice Hall:
it smells sharply of oil paints,
and clay molds,
and drying watercolor canvases.
The Head Art Instructor,
Seraphim Maxwell,
is wearing a
centuries-old painter's
apron over his oddly-
colored angelic gauzy-
gown. His wings, always
ruffled, are forever
blotched with bits of
dried paint and clay.
His hands, leathery
and clay-encrusted,
are never empty; he's either
carrying a bowl, or an
artist's brush, or a piece
of clay pot about to be
fired in the kiln. One
hand is always carrying
a paint-splotched yardstick.)
_____________________
"NO! NO! NO,
SYLVESTOR!
Now......TRY IT AGAIN!"

(Sylvestor is grimacing:
staring downward.
A huge plastic bowl,
the size of an average
toilet-bowl on earth,
lies upturned beside
his big bare feet.
Globs of green jello
are everywhere.....mostly
in between his big bare
toes. His motely-beige,
angelic-gauze gown
is covered
with tiny bits of green
blobby jello.)
"HOW COME THERE'S
GOTTA BE JELLO,
IN IT?"

(Seraphim Maxwell
mutters to himself,
and sighs. Every two
(Heavenly) weeks,
he is assigned
a new group of angels
from all over the Realm.
The Musicians,
the Comforters,
the Special-Events Messengers,
the Christmas Choir Singers,
the Heavenly Greeters,
the Cloud-Movers,
the Fighting Squadrons.....
even, the Guards to
the Pearly Gates:
everybody must take the class.
It is a tough instructing assigment...
but, somebody's gotta
do it.)
"BECAUSE......
Fighter SYLVESTOR....
it's SUPPOSED to
IMITATE what is REALLY going to be
IN there! If YOU
happen to be ASSIGNED
as ONE of the Bowl-
Throwing ANGELS.....
you MUST be ABLE TO
THROW THE CONTENTS, PROPERLY!
NOW.......LET'S TRY IT
AGAIN!"

(Loud, brassy,
voice: at the moment
full-of-woe.)
"BUT.....I DON'T GET
IT? I'M A LESSER-DEMON-FIGHTER!
THE LORD'S NOT GONNA ASSIGN ME
AS ONE 'A THE BOWL-
THROWERS! I DON'T
UNDERSTAND WHY
I HAVE TO TAKE THIS
CLASS?"

[A SUDDEN RUMBLE
COMES FROM THE
THRONE ROOM.]

(All of the angels in the
classroom - thirty in all -
look up: including Seraphim Maxwell,
who marches over to Sylvestor
and taps his angelic-yardstick on
the top of Sylvestor's head;
Sylvestor's big halo,
emblazoned with the
Fighter Squadron's Crest,
slips off, sideways,
and falls into the
slippery green,
cubed jello.)
"The LORD ISN'T
ASKING FOR YOUR
OPINION, FIGHTER
SYLVESTOR! Now....
SCOOP UP ALL THAT
JELLO, AND LET'S
TRY IT, AGAIN!"

(Clumsily rubbing his
big head, and mumbling,
Sylvestor gets down
on his big knees and
begins trying to
grab all the
slippery green blobs
of jello off the floor.
He stops for a
moment, to pick up his
wayward halo and slap
it back over his head. A
cube of green jello
sticks to one of his
dark-curly curls.)
(He mumbles.)

(Briggund shouts
from the back of the
classroom. He's wiping
a yellow-cube of jello
off his big, freckled
face.)
"What ABOUT ME,
SERAPHIM MAXWELL?
THIS IS MY THIRD
BOWL, TODAY! CAN
I TAKE A LITTLE BREAK,
...NOW?"

"NO! THIS IS JUST
THE START OF THE
CLASS! WE HAVEN'T
EVEN MOVED ON, YET,
TO THE BREAKABLE
BOWLS!"

(The classroom is
suddenly filled with
angelic groans.)

(TAP! TAP! TAP!)
(Seraphum Maxwell's
long, paint-splotched
yardstick hits the
centuries-old, varnished
wooden floor. Maxwell's bare feet,
as leathery and encrusted with paint
splotches as his hands,
disappear for a moment
in a cloud of age-old
Art-Room dust.)
"LISTEN UP, ANGELS!
WE ARE ALREADY
WAY BEHIND OUR
WRATH-DAY-BOWL
SCHEDULE!
BY NOW,
ALL OF YOU ARE
SUPPOSED TO BE
ON THE BOWLS FULL
OF WET CEMENT!
NOW.....WHAT DO YOU
ALL THINK THIS IS:
AN EARTH-VOLLEY-
BALL-CLASS? NOW....
GET BACK TO WORK!"

(The Art-Room is filled
again, with a low murmur
of groans, and moans.)

(TAP! TAP! TAP!)
"ALRIGHT, CLASS!
IS EVERYBODY READY?
NATHANIEL! PULL
IN YOUR WINGS! YOU
DON'T WANT THEM
GETTING IN THE WAY,
WHEN YOU THROW!
ALRIGHT....
EVERYBODY!
ON THE COUNT OF THREE!
PICK UP YOUR BOWLS......!"

(More groans.)

[SUDDENLY.....
THE ART-ROOM DOOR
OPENS.]
[A CALM, GENTLE
VOICE ENSUES.]
"Good Morning....
ANGELS."

(A sudden rustling feathers
of movement...
can be heard,
as every angel, including
Instructor Maxwell,
immediately bows both
knees. A sound of
plastic clatter can
be heard...as all practice
bowls, the size of toilet-
bowls, are set down onto
the musty-smelling,
old varnished floor.
In the place
of groans and sighs,
is the angelic-unison
of unmusical,
off-key voices.)
"GOOD MORNING,
YOUR LORD!"

[STANDING IN THE
ART-ROOM DOORWAY.]
[SMILING GENTLY.]
[GAZING UPON THE
SUNNY ROOM FULL
OF ANGELIC FACES.]
"How are we DOING
TODAY?"

(More angelic-unison.)
(Sylvestor loudly sniffs,
and snorts...
as the green blob of
jello in his dark-curls
falls to his plump face.)
"VERY WELL,
MY LORD!"

[SMILE!]
[NOD.]
"And.....
have you all thanked
your TEACHER,
SERAPHIM MAXWELL,
YET, TODAY...
for his kindly expert
INSTRUCTION...?"

(Unison of angelic-
voices.)
(In the back of the
classroom, freckled-
faced Briggund sneezes
loudly as a blob of
yellow-jello slides
down his bulb-of-a-nose.)
"THANK YOU,
SERAPHIM MAXWELL!
THANK YOU!"

[NODDING.]
[STEP OVER, FOR
A MOMENT, TO
PLACE A HAND OVER
MAXWELL'S HEAD.
FOR JUST A MOMENT,
MAXWELL'S PAINT-
SPLOTCHED HALO
LIGHTS UP, EVEN
BRIGHTER.]
"Very good.....
now: carry on."

(More angelic-unison.)
(Nathaniel's nasally loud
voice can be heard,
from over the side
of the Art-Room beside
the canvesses of drying
water-colors.)
"YES, MY LORD!
THANK YOU,
MY LORD!"

[SMILE!]
"I AM SURE....
THAT IF THE DAY
OF WRATH WERE TO
HAPPEN TOMORROW...
ALL OF YOU WOULD
BE VERY READY!"

(Angelic-unison.)
(Sylvestor's off-key
voice can be heard over
the others, since he is
in the front row. One of
his folded wings has a
big blob of green jello
sticking to its motley-
beige-brown-edge.)
"YES, MY LORD!
WE WOULD BE READY!
YES, MY LORD!"
(Angelic nodding,
in unison.)
"ABSOLUTELY,
MY LORD!"

[SMILING.]
[GAZE.]
[PAT-PAT ON
INSTRUCTOR MAXWELL'S PAINT-
SPLOTCHED SHOULDER.]
"VERY WELL.....
MY GOOD ANGELS."
[NOD.]
"CARRY ON....."

(Angelic voices.)
"YES, MY LORD!
GOOD MORNING,
MY LORD!"

[NODDING.]
[THE ART-ROOM DOOR
OPENS AGAIN.]
[THE DOOR CLOSES.]

(Silence.)

(Seraphim Maxwell
heaves a big sigh of
relief. Getting up slowly,
first from one leathery
knee and then another,
he wipes his leathery
face with his centuries-
old paint-and-clay-splotched
rag.)
"ALRIGHT, CLASS!
ANGELS!
UP!
UP!
PICK UP YOUR PLASTIC
BOWLS OF JELLO!"
(Pause.)
(Wipe leathery angelic-
face, again:
this time, with more
sweaty relief.)
"ONE MORE TIME....!"

(Groan in unison.)
*********************
Then
I heard
a loud
voice
from the
temple
telling
the seven
angels,
'Go
and
pour out
on the
earth,
the
seven
bowls
of the
wrath
of
God.'
[Revelation 16:1]


_______________________
*Sylvestor still hasn't
gotten back his stolen sword;
Darth-Demon, back on
Demon-War-Ravaged-Earth,
is still
holding onto it.
Briggund was able
to retrieve his sword
from the slime-ball
really-tiny-demon R2D2,
but only with the help of
one of the Special-Units-Squadron
Fighter Angels,
Prince William.


Copyright 2010.

If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW

Read more articles by Julie Michaelson or search for articles on the same topic or others.


Read More - Free Reprints, Main Site Articles, Most Read Articles or highly acclaimed Challenge Articles. Read Great New Release Christian Books for FREE in our Free Reads for Reviews Program. Christian writers can JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and help spread the Gospel.


The opinions expressed by authors do not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.

Hire a Christian Writer, Christian Writer Wanted, Christian Writer Needed, Christian Content Needed
Find a Christian Editor, Hire a Christian Editor, Christian Editor, Find a Christian Writer
 
corner
Corner
This article has been read 256 times     < Previous | Next >


Member Comments
Member Date




TRUST JESUS TODAY











Free Audio Bible
500 Plus Languages
Faith Comes By Hearing.com