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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Writing a Letter (handwritten correspondence) (10/21/10)

TITLE: Mikel
By william price
10/26/10


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His voice was high pitched, irritating in a Steve Buscemi kind-of-way. The imp was nervous too; frigidity. He quivered as he spoke.

“What’re you doing here, Michael? He’s just a kid with a crayon. There are 200 million of you guys. Why you?”

The Archangel did not speak, but stood guard over six year-old Bobby Kemp in his grandmother’s bedroom while she prayed in her den.

“So you’re not talking. I understand; you tossed my boss out of Heaven, so why worry about me? I’m just a little harasser; small fish, big pond. I get it. Maybe I’ll just leave you and the kid alone?”

The imp observed the angel’s hand slide to his sword.

“Okay, I take a hint.”

The deformed demon shifted his gaze from the angelic warrior to the boy he had been assigned to harass. He watched Bobby pick up a black crayon, put it back in the box, pull out a red one, and then a green colored one, followed by a blue.

“Come on, kid. Just pick one, already. What’s the difference?”

“One more word and I will smite you,” the Archangel Michael ordered.

“Smite me?” the little demon mocked. “Smite? Who says smite anymore. It’s 2010 big guy. Look around, there’s no King James here.”

The imp’s momentary bravado quickly faded as he felt the angel’s strong grip squeeze his crooked neck.

“I smite. And when I smite; you stay smote … poof … gone … no 2011, little guy. Now silence, the boy has a letter to write. And the color is important.”

The imp fell limp as the angel let loose of his throat. Gasping for whatever imp’s breathe, he cautiously eyed Bobby decide on a purple crayon. The first grader positioned it over his yellow construction paper. He printed slowly and deliberately. Bobby bit his tongue and squint his eyes as the crayon formed each letter.

“Daddy! He’s writing his daddy? The great Archangel Michael is here to make sure the infamous Quinton Calloway Kemp, convicted killer, gets a letter from the kid he left motherless. What’s he going to write, he forgives daddy for strangling his mommy?”

To the imp’s amazement, the Archangel spoke calmly.

“You know he was framed.”

“So,” the surprised demon spit in response. “But as we speak he’s going to kill himself; hang in his cell.”

“Not tonight. And he will not think about it again until the morning before he receives this letter with purple crayon scribbled on yellow construction paper. It is going to cause him to call out my Lord’s name. He will be saved. Soon after, he will be miraculously released from prison because of new evidence. Mr. Kemp will come home and take his son to church. He will share his testimony. Five other little boys whose dads are not at church will hear the testimony and take those words home.”

The imp interrupted. “But why you, the great Archangel Michael, here at Grandma Kemp’s house? Surely there is some great spiritual battle in the Heavens that require your skill or attention? Any one of a million angels could have dispatched me.”

“There is no greater fight in this hour. I am fighting for father's hearts to return to the children and the children's hearts to their fathers.”

“I’m not going to hear a trump call any time soon, am I?”

“That is not for me to know.”

“So who murdered Bobby’s mother?”

“One of the five dads.”

“What will happen?”

“That is up to him, but I know my Lord’s will.”

“Now what?”

“You are out of a job.”

Gulp.

“By the way, what did the kid write?”

The angel stepped aside: DADDY I LUV YOU. I PRAYED FOR YOU. I HAVE A NEW FREIND. HIS NAME IS MIKEL. HE HAS THE KOOLEST SWORD. I DONT FEL SAD NOMORE.

LUV BOBBY XXX OOO

...

“Hey, what’s with the sword? I thought …”

Smite.



“Bobby, are you ready for some lunch?”

“Yes, Grandmommy, I just finished writing Daddy a letter.”

“Great, I just finished praying. Bring the letter and let’s mail it.”

“Okay. Hey, Grandmommy, did I ever tell you about my friend, Mikel?”


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Catrina Bradley 10/28/10
Awww, I love this! The touch of humor (smite! :) ) was fun and I love the conversation between angel and demon. I think you really nailed the topic, and having taught kids his age, I know how important just the right color can be to them. Excellent entry!
Amy Michelle Wiley 10/28/10
Haha, great fun with a great message. The breathing "whatever imps breath" was funny, but it also brought me out of the story a little and made me aware of the writer--since it was the writer who doesn't know what they breathe and presumably both the demon and angel would know. Just a minor thing in a great story.
Rachel Phelps10/28/10
Favorite line: “I smite. And when I smite; you stay smote." Some minor typos threw me a bit, but this is well done! Great creativity.
Marita Thelander 10/30/10
A limp imp. I liked that concept. The paragraph explaining all that was yet to be played out in the future was a bit congested for me. I got distracted trying to catch it all in case it was important to the rest of the story.

I say smite that limp imp for all time!
Verna Cole Mitchell 10/30/10
I'm in awe of your creative ideas. Great story--great message.
Barbara Lynn Culler10/30/10
I liked this story, so profound and yet so simple. I also liked the smite-smote line,
T. F. Chezum10/30/10
Very creative ... Very well done. I enjoyed this very much
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 10/30/10
I love this story. I could easily picture the whole scene. I love the little boy's name too as it has a nice important meaning but also because it is so close to my son Quinten. I really enjoyed your story from beginning to end.
Gregory Kane10/31/10
Is it okay to feel a little bit sorry for the imp? After all he was only doing his job...
Seriously though an enjoyable story
Nancy Sullivan 10/31/10
We do live an a spiritual world rife with spiritual warfare. You handled that reality masterfully. I enjoyed it so much.
Lyn Churchyard10/31/10
Let's hear it for Mikel! Children haven't lost their sense of wonder, which is why they can still see angels. What a pity adults have lost theirs. I love the concept, well done Sir William.
Amanda Brogan11/02/10
No 2011 for that little demon. ;)

Man, I love this one! Sometimes angel stories can seem a bit goofy but I really like the way you constructed this! It has just the right mix of humor and severity. And I loved how you showed that God has a plan even in the little things that we do.

Hmmm, I wonder if God will send an angel to make sure that I keep up my writing? ;)

Thumbs up on this highly creative piece!
Verna Cole Mitchell 11/04/10
Congrats on EC for this delightful entry!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 11/04/10
Congratulations on your EC!
Beth LaBuff 11/04/10
Wow! I love your creativity. Super work! Congrats!
Charla Diehl 11/11/10
Loved this entire piece--the banter between good and evil, the pure love of a little boy, and the fact that justice was going to prevail. Excellent writing and most definitely worthy of the recognition received.