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TITLE: Wonk and the Origin of Strings | Previous Challenge Entry
By Sarah Whitaker
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"WONK!"
The other angels looked around with their music sheets at hand before
finding the culprit of the odd sound. There was a sea of long flowing hair
fluttering around to find the one who kept making that sound. In the corner
on the highest cloud, with a pair of miniature wings, was an angel with his
hair flowing very far off of the cloud, but standing only a few feet high.
The only part of his face one could really see was his long, beak-like nose
peaking out from under his long hair. His halo tipped he plopped down his
tunic'ed tushie on the fluffy cloud.
"Who brought that one here?" one of the angels asked.
"Maybe he got lost from the throne room" another offered.
"Wonk..." the small angel said with an apologetic tone.
"Is that all he can say?"
"Why did God bring a weirdo like that over to the choir?"
Tapping his stick against the podium, the one attempting to conduct the
choir motioned everyone to settle down. The strange angel took his hands
from over his mouth and sighed, looking down.
"Surely you have wandered into the wrong division. Aren't you supposed to
be at the gate or maybe sitting on the moon?" the angel closest to him
asked.
"Wonk," he said, taking a piece of paper from his tunic and showing it to
everyone.
Wonk,
You are hereby assigned to participate in the heavenly choirs.
Take delight and make a joyful noise!
~God
"His name is just 'Wonk'?" one angel said.
The maestro took the paper and looked at it, tapping his sandaled foot on
the cloud and running over in his mind as to what to do with the odd angel.
"This is terrible! The next day of creation is about to arrive and we have
a straggler! How are we supposed to fit him into our Praise and Worship?"
the maestro complained.
"His noise isn't all that joyful to our ears," one angel joked.
Wonk bowed his head in sorrow and put his music sheet aside, hopping off
from his cloud and to the next as he prepared to leave. On the third cloud
down, however, he tripped over his own hair and hung in midair as his tiny
wings tried to flap and his arms and legs flailed wildly trying to get
balance again.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooonk!"
Head over heels, over halo over... just about everything else. Spiraling
out of control and bopping his head and tushie on every second or third
cloud, he finally came to a landing spot right on top of the Maestro's
podium. His little body even crunched his halo on the way down, his entire
body caught in the strands of his obscenely long hair. Fighting to get
free, he went to the left and the right trying to break loose, but flopped
over the side of the podium. Some of the angels blushed in pity, some
snickered, but a couple of them left their post at the choir and started to
help the poor little Wonk.
"Ting!"
The other angel at least got Wonk out of the worst of the tanglement and
plopped him up on the podium to work on his feet. The Maestro blinked at
Wonk with an odd wonder as Wonk motioned to give him his halo back. The
angel obliged, not quite finished with getting things untangled. Taking the
D shape of his Halo, he plucked at his many hairs which got tangled up in
it, each of them taking a different tone.
"Wow! I think the odd one is on to something!" the Maestro beamed.
Wonk smiled, both angels still working to get him out of his tangled mess.
Saluting the other angels, he grinned from ear to ear, even though one
could not see his ears, or his full smile. The tips of white from under his
collar were the only clue to his joy as he started jamming a tune on his
halo. Soon, it became the rage of heaven! So much, that on earth, the harp
or guitar became the stereotype for most angels who sat on clouds with long
hair and fluffy robes. As for Wonk... well...
He became known henceforth as the founder of "Wonky Tonk".
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