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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Write in the SCIENCE FICTION genre (05/10/07)

TITLE: The Anjels of Planet Mal
By Mo


“Incoming!” shouted Gotzone.

I hate you whirled past.

Melek flew up in her PrareSuit and grabbed at it, but missed. She chased the Burden across the sky as it flew towards the atmosphere of Planet Mal. The Burden had been spewed with such venom, it was hard to catch, but Melek finally succeeded in intercepting it.

She prayed hard over the thought sizzling in her PrareHugr Mitt. -- She prayed for its Owner as well as the intended Target who had somehow unknowingly spawned the Burden. But Melek didn’t have time to relish her victorious catch.

Why you little… was picking up speed.

What say I break you other leg and make it even? was sneering their way.

And I’m gonna kill you, was flying at them with incredible speed.

“They’re coming too fast, we can’t keep up,” cried Gotzone as he leapt up to catch yet another poisonous thought in his own PrareHugr Mitt.

The words were barely out of his mouth when the alarm call for reinforcements whooped out across BuonPorMal Station.

Each Burden they missed crashed into the planet, bringing the gigantic Mal one step closer to implosion. -- If that happened a monstrous and mushrooming black hole of negativity would be born to the universe…


“It seems to be working,” said Brother Dokter back on Earth Station III. He was monitoring the skies over Planet Mal with his own invention, the Thot-Spectra-Scope. He and his colleague were pioneers in the field of Destructive Synergistic Cosmology.

Brother Dokter watched as the electronegative impulse of each Burden was prayed out of existence with a bright white flash of goodness. He could actually see the effect of an Anjel vaporizing the negativity of a bad thought -- with God’s help. It was a beautiful sight. “Yes, I think we should expand the trial base,” he said thoughtfully.

“The numbers look promising,” agreed Sister Raedr. “Crime and negative energy are down in Sector II. But we can’t add another sector until we train more Anjels to process the increased flow of malicious thoughts. Some days they can barely keep up as is.”

“Ah, yes, more Anjels, that would be wise…”

Sister Raedr continued, “At the same time we could start training the people in Sector XII as to what types of thoughts must be sent away -- before they become words, obsessions, or deeds.” She shivered at the thought.

“Actualize it,” ordered Brother Dokter.


Gotzone’s team arrested the smoldering anger of murderous thoughts, clenched fists, and hateful gestures. The murderous Burdens were among the fastest things zooming across the cosmos. Gotzone prayed almost continuously during his exhausting shifts.

Melek and her clan prayed away the likes of What you need is a good spanking and Why can’t you be more like your sister?, as well as thoughts of teasing, bullying, Everybody’s doing it, and other child-centered nastiness.

Erelah and her friends made spectacular catches of totally out of control Burdens careening through space. -- Those impatient and passionate stresses which turned into Flyway-rage and its other unpredictable and uncalled for relatives.

Aingealag and her squad seized the prejudiced, hateful, untruthful, and judgmental thoughts continually flying towards Mal. They prayed for each Burden’s Target and Owner -- which caused a gradual decrease in the number of habitual offenders.

Eva’s unit tracked down all sinister, covetous, and jealous thoughts sneaking and writhing their way towards Planet Mal.

Ava’s group’s specialty was negating the many impure and adulterous thoughts thrusting skyward.

Engel and his crowd took great satisfaction in praying away all the blasphemous thoughts whooshing through space.

Mitra’s troop interceded for all the lazy and gluttonous impulses and weaknesses creeping, lurching, and twitching their way to Mal.

Jibril and his crew easily snatched What about me? and its self-centered cousins out of the solar system as they stampeded and steamrolled by in droves.

Angeliki and her army had perhaps the most important job of all -- praying for all the good thoughts on Earth to proliferate, obliterating negativity.


“The Anjels of Planet Mal are handling the higher tide of malevolent intent sent their way by scores more people on Earth,” remarked Brother Dokter. “I believe we’re ready to add Sector XIV to their load.”

“Yes. And being an Anjel has become such a noble profession, there are new recruits flown in to BuonPorMal Station every week,” said Sister Raedr. “Just imagine how peaceful it will be when everyone sends all their bad thoughts off to Planet Mal...”

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Sara Harricharan 05/18/07
This is amazing! Who would ever dream of our 'thoughts' and 'burdens' being handled this way? Very well written, with a message I think we can all relate to. Love the names especially though, very creative! ^_^
Julie Arduini05/18/07
This is great, awesome perspective and writing. I enjoyed this very much!
Julie Ruspoli05/18/07
Very clever idea. You are a SciFi master! Well written and I was glued to the screen!
Very Nice Article!