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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Shhh. (02/18/10)

TITLE: The Duel
By Mark Kinsman
02/23/10


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As the Holy Angel and the Demon platoon positioned themselves in the invisible places of Harold’s bedroom, the neighbor’s dog began to bark.

“Excellent,” sneered Sergeant Squalid, while pounding the air with his black and blue stubs of slime, “Private Scabby has bothered the brute!”

“Howl beast!” Wake this feeble pile of man stink in a sour mood!” mumbled the drooling Lieutenant Backstab.

“We must not lose this one” cackled Major Chaos.
“Commander Putrid is furious with these fleshly Sons of the One, he fears we will surrender this town due to their ridiculous bus Calvary or ministry as these silly humans call it.” Turning his grotesque form to the Angel of the Lord standing at Harold’s bedside, Chaos growled “Get away from him you mindless fool!”.

”This is not good! Bad things do not happen with one of them around,” grumbled Corporal Anxiety. .

Illuminated by the rays of the morning light, the radiant Sir Peaceful stared into the beady eyes of the Demon leader. “Do you not know by now? Must I play this silly game with you? I have been watching this one since his entry from the womb, he has stumbled in your darkness, but he will not fall, he will receive the Spirit today!” stated Sir Peaceful in a calm, confidant tone. “Still, if you must play, it is your move?” challenged the Golden guardian to the fiendish Major.

With the dog now barking at a supernatural pitch, the alarm clock radio came alive with boisterous strains of heavy metal music.

“Outstanding work Private Crustskin” cackled Sergeant Squalid.

Harold jumped out of bed and shut the alarm off. Sir Peaceful softly blew an angelic breathe into Harold’s ear. Harold never gave a thought to the fact that it was very early Saturday morning and he did not set the alarm. He reached onto his bookshelf, grabbing hold of the Bible the local church bus workers had giving him last week.

Major Chaos and his evil battalion began to choke and gag. They clung to the ceiling, cursing in several languages.

Walking to his window, Harold opened the blessed book and laid it on the sill. Sir Peaceful fluttered his angelic wings, stirring a wonderful spring morning breeze. The pages of the Holy parchment fluttered. Harold looked at the KJV Bible opened to the book of Psalms Chapter 46, his eyes caught verse 10 “BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD, I WILL BE EXALTED AMONG THE HEATHEN AND I WILL EXALTED IN THE EARTH”.

Suddenly the dog stopped barking. Sergeant Squalid disappeared through the ceiling. Car horns began to honk loudly outside. Harold did not hear them.

Sir Peaceful at his side, Harold stood looking at the wood line of his back yard. Breathing deeply, the vibrant spring morning came alive within him. The inspired scent of the lilacs and honey suckle coupled with the brilliant visual of the blossoming apple and dogwood trees was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The brilliant hues of the rising son caused the quiet to radiate as the new born leaves and flowers danced to the tune of the soft spring breeze.

Harold was overwhelmed with the majesty of the tranquility. “Only the Creator God that Pastor Wheeler told me about could create this” He whispered to no one in particular, “I want to know his Son now!” Harold knelt where he stood.

As he prayed Sir Peaceful bowed in mid air while the heavens opened and the Holy Spirit of God entered Harold’s heart.

The demons squirmed. They tumbled through the unseen space of the bedroom, crashing unnoticed through the wall paper, plywood and aluminum siding. Their heads pounding with increased horror.

Outside the vile legion hung dejected in the spring time air

They will regroup and join with other wicked divisions, continuing to jealously guard the lost souls that inhabit the world which these foul squadrons so horribly stain.

Yet if one stands still long enough, to pay attention to the moonlight, listen to the trees grow, hear the majestic roar of the falling snow, tune into the blooming of the rose, study the morning dew, feel the rays of the rising sun. It is there that God can be found waiting for the open heart to allow his precious Son to enter.

Congratulations Harold, if we don’t meet up down here, I’ll see you in heaven.


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Donna Wolther02/26/10
Fun read -- cute story
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/28/10
I loved the names you came up with. It was interesting and captivated me the whole way through.
Jan Ackerson 03/02/10
Lots of tension and suspense here, essential elements for short stories.

I'd love to have you stop by the forums for my classes on dialog writing.

You have lots of creativity and potential!
Rachel Dorsey03/02/10

Very original idea about having a supernatural battle.

I noticed the tenses weren't closely consistent toward the end.

You did well with the vividness of the characters and the names were very creative!

Keep writing!
Marie Fink03/03/10
A very clever and allegorical piece. Your use of metaphor is quite picturesque on many levels... "The brilliant hues of the rising son caused the quiet to radiate as the new born leaves and flowers danced to the tune of the soft spring breeze." I love it.