@chewie Writing is my life line. Without it I’d sink into the dark depths of my life. I wrote to get my emotions out for poetry. With stories I let my muse sing
Fall of Heaven (part 3)
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So I, Chimra, stood before the wrath of my Father along with my siblings as he declared that all of us would share Man’s Fate and be destroyed. I lowered my head and awaited what was to be my destruction.
That’s when out stepped our Mother. She demanded to know what had happened. When all was explained Mother stepped in front of us. She wanted to know by what right our Father had to destroy us.
Now God hadn’t had anyone challenge his authority besides us Angels his children. Now someone that was nearly as powerful as he was was defying him. God doesn’t like to be defied. Well Mother created a place for punishment. She made Hell. She agreed that Lucifer and all of us who followed him should be punished. So instead we were banished from Heaven. It was supposed to be temporary. We left willingly.
We learned that we could still visit Man. So we did. Man was banished from the Garden but we taught them to make tools shelter everything they’d need to survive. It wasn’t long and Man began to multiply.
One day when we were sure our time in Hell was over was when we learned the Truth. From Heaven came crashing into Hell was Mother. We knew then that our time in Hell was not over. Lucifer arose and went to Heaven. He was returned to us, cast out for the crime of defiance. Lucifer took up his role as leader once more declared himself King of Hell.
Mother while kind and loving was not to be crossed. Father banished her and cast her out so she went to creating too. She made the real Demons. Creatures that have no soul but only seek fulfillment in any means that they can. Lucifer took the creatures and charged them with punishing. They punish Man they punish us all can be punished. One day the Armies of Heaven will clash with the Armies of Hell for one final war. For we learned long ago that God doesn’t tolerate defiance and Man is very defiant. One day Lucifer will call us to arms to make a final stand.
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Where is this from? Like source
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@Wicked_ Outstanding, love!
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@Canadian-guy Its from my mind. I researched a lot to write this but all three parts are but one short story. Created by me for those that asked me to write. I hope you can read all three parts and enjoy it.
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@Lazz I'm not sure where I could go with another part I’m toying with the idea of an epilogue but I’d need more feedback on what should happen in it.
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@Wicked_ The after the call to arms. So many possibilities!
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@Lazz i know so many ways to twist and turn it. I have A.) I need C.) so that I could make B.) if that makes any sense to anyone else besides me.
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@Wicked_ oh nice it reminds of the beginning of stories from some authors on literotica. Like very well written stories of heaven and hell(sex to but the reasons story is so good) keep up the good work
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@Wicked_ glad you have plot lines already figured out. I would go with what gives the reader the most unsuspecting
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@Wicked_ Makes perfect sense
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@Canadian-guy I could add sex but I prefer to not write erotica. If I did I’d probably go along the lines of Laurel K. But it’s too easy to lose story inside Erotica. And as for more I have no plans yet
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@Lazz Im glad that makes sense to someone
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@Wicked_ no it just reminds me stories I've read, just an observation, you do you ☺️
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@Wicked_ 😲😁🤭
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@Wicked_ and you wonder why ppl call you a wordsmith ...lol
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@Cosmic_Lady Oh, that she is, and so much more
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@Cosmic_Lady All I do is write. I put words to paper so to speak. I align them to form a picture and that’s all. I don’t see why you @Lazz @RoseLily and so many others say I’m a wordsmith
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what a wordsmith does , paint with words, create a picture, tell a story, dance with our imagination, weave a tale that makes us all want to follow
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@Cosmic_Lady by that definition then I’m not the only wordsmith here. You have talent doing just that yourself.
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@Wicked_ Perhaps we see in you something you aren't yet ready to see in yourself. See you, and all you are, the way we do. I do.