My entry for NYC midnight 250 word micro challenge. My prompts were romantic comedy, gaming, and arch. Of course, at first I was a bit annoyed because I felt they were boring. My squirrel brain and her gothic, creepy mind saw nothing interesting in these prompts! But, as I was deep diving into the other winners and seeing how they used their prompts, I realized that we could be as creative as we wanted, literally. One of the winners used their word ‘harp’ was turned into ‘sharp’. Let’s look back at my word, ‘arch’. ‘Arch’ I think I felt the same as GTD Victor Frankenstein when the angel visited in his dream. That beautiful sang for me took, I was going to write another story about an angel, more specially an archangel. I read the rules 10 times just to make sure. That is how I wrote this, my archangel and the love of his eternal life, both in heaven now.
Tears of the lonely called out to him, so pure only the most divine could answer. A voice yearning to be heard, to be wanted.
Praying for a friend.
He descended with his casting light – glorious wings and a halo singing hymns of comfort. She feared but, a friend is a friend.
“It’s called chess.” She said through quick breaths, blotting away doleful tears.
“Then, let us play.”
He plucked a feather, shining in its glory. How magnificent it was in her hands.
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“My friend, you are the most precious human of all, my jewel of light.”
“How sweet of you – I still won. Checkmate.”
The prince of the sky, at the hands of the creation
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“He resembles you.” A single tear blesses the new life.
Envy was the forbidden fruit of the divine, sweet to the lips, rotten to its nature. He vowed to protect her kin.
“One game before he wakes?”
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He came with the snowflakes of heaven. Her nimble fingers lost the flesh of youth, yet still soft cupped in the hands of a friend. She’d forgotten the rules of her favorite game, it was time.
“Remember when we spoke of a dream? One where you could be with me?”
“Who are you?”
“An old friend, will you come with me?”
“Where?”
“To finish our game, doesn’t that sound pleasant?”
She smiled as beautifully as ever.
In their ascent to heaven, she was a feather in the arms of her beloved Archangel.
Jessica Gray aspiring author 
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