Beginning Creative Writing 16665

A simultaneous paradise attends in the cozy workload. The newly recruited guardian angel knows this, but Lucy doesn’t, of course, she’s never been dead before. She’s never seen Heaven or Hell. It’s not her time. Her clock still hangs. Her clock still ticks.
Lucy breaks from silence between her and the young guardian angel standing before her in a defensive mode to communicate him not her is to blame in God’s eyes for this instance.
“You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?” She said.
“I’m sorry, Lucy. I didn’t know. He didn’t tell me you were here from the past before your time on Earth was at works to be over. I’m still learning about how it works up above okay Lucy! Well, really, I’m sort of in training still and I shouldn’t even be doing any of this alone Lucy! We are talking about human lives here now Lucy C’mon you know only God himself can do that the best.”
“Wait, um, wait a minute. Stop yourself and just wait a Goddamn moment for me here. In training? What the fuck could you be in training for? YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD! Remember drowning? Don’t you remember dying? What could you possibly be talking about? What is this place? Am I somehow dreaming or something? Just tell me already! Please stop! Why didn’t I feel my death if I fell off Avenue Bridge? Please tell me. Am I dead?”
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to see it through.” He said.
“Am I supposed to be scared now?” She said.
Lucy’s heart thumped out of control in utmost silence.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
He had leaned his head slightly closer into Lucy again. However, this time he held a much more mighty and powerful expression with one eyebrow fiercely strained downward and the other strained equally upward as if he was sternly waiting for Lucy to answer.
“Why won’t the cynic ditch the enormous silence?” He said.
“Midnight, on the bridge, come alone like you always would,” he said.
Lucy calms down, and the guardian angel with the face of a young man recognizable from her devastation of a past is no longer standing there. She finally looks around since the horizon has changed for the second day.
Lucy feels the pain of why she wanted to be here in the first place. She had hated her life on Earth. She see’s the danger of the infection now. She didn’t want to build any sort of life on Earth. This was infection, and Lucy was the infected. The infect method faults a work. That’s what those eviler type of angels want. And they all wanted it from the good soul of Lucile Parker from her youngest of years. Lucile may not think this is real, but the battle between the fallen to corrupt the un-fallen angels’ workload is very real. The flavor orbits underneath a narrative. The conversation between Lucy and her deceased male friend will be remembered as an illusive dream to Lucy, but the flavor orbits underneath a narrative in that illusive haven of hers.
The clock stuck two for the second time since Lucy landed in this place. In fact, Lucy had been aware of the clock ticking above her in the same spot out of the grayness for twenty-five hours now according to the clock’s timing. When the clock struck two for this second time since Lucy had fallen off the bridge, she had forgotten about the terrifying cuckoos of yesterday. She was expecting no cuckoo at two o’clock today. And she was in so much shock and confusion twenty-five hours ago that she couldn’t remember what time the cuckoo appeared out of yesterday’s grayness even if she wanted to now. Honestly, it initially scared the shit right out of Lucy the first time it came to her in this place, taking her brain’s ability to attain the memory of the time right with the proverbial shit in her pants. Just after the twelve o’clock made it’s way over the boldfaced number two painted in deep black color against the pure white background of the clock hanging from nowhere above Lucy, the cuckoo appeared in front of Lucy for the third time. Lucy watched it plink and plunk out of random control with absolutely no fear. It didn’t bother her one bit this time. She was looking for an escape back to the town she loved even though she simultaneously seemed to be tormented by it these days. She had to get out of this place wherever she would go. But Lucy knew she wanted and needed to go home. She needed to fix things. She wanted to change things for herself and her surroundings. Lucy isn’t aware of it, but she’d be smart to hope not to be sitting here for the next cuckoo. Anywhere but here would be the smarter way to go is all she figured in the end of it.
She was obviously still very confused at having landed in this place. She had to get out, but Lucy’s always been the type of attachment friend who didn’t like to venture out on her own. It wasn’t that she couldn’t make it on her own with the responsibility of all of life’s things, she just hated being alone to do all these things. Doing anything alone just reminded her how much the number one really must be the loneliest number out of them all. She was constantly afraid and running from her own self-image, and thought there’s always safety in numbers, right?
She considered taking a step now. One foot in front of the other and there’s one step since she’d gotten here. Hey, to Lucy that’s something, better than nothing anyways. I mean she was already standing up, and she couldn’t just stay on top of a pile of bird feathers the rest of her life if her life had even really ended. If she’d been a good enough soul to witness miracles, she could be dreaming in her bed at home right now. I mean who has dreams about a bizarre place like where Lucy’s landed, and does absolutely nothing but sit in one place that scares the shit out of you the entire dream? A little adventure and she’s all of the sudden shaking in her hiking boots! Why not change the scenery tormenting you? C’mon Lucy don’t be that girl who is boring in her dreams too! She wanted to get up and move around to find a way out of this place and quick. And there was something different in Lucy’s horizon now. She desperately wanted there to be a passageway that would take her back home here. Or maybe a magical fairy’s spell could send Lucile right on back home with the flick of a wrist? Or maybe Lucy would have to find a witch who brewed magical potions to find a way back home? Oh how she dreads finding her way out of here to get home. Only because Lucy knows all too well Dorothy had to travel down the Yellow Brick Road before she could tap her heels and magically wake up napping blocks away from her home in Kansas, and Alice had to venture all the way through Wonderland before she got to the place where she could un-stack the cards so that she woke up back at home in England.
“You know…there is nothing as tempting as a locked door.” He said.
His voice appeared out of nowhere. The guardian angel Lucy suspected, but he was nowhere to be found when she looked up to find him this time. There was no sight of him. He seemed to be completely gone except the vibrations from his voice floated into both of her ears. Hearing his voice didn’t make her frantic like it did so much when she’d heard a voice come out of the randomness of this universe’s land of absolutely nowhere the very first time.
“Something brushed up against my foot.” She said.
"Late into the night, the snow fell and fell.” He said.
She was confused, again, of course, well who couldn’t be in this place besides guardian angels recruited and kept on the task force by the holy man of God himself?
“Late into the night, the snow fell and fell, but they never could find little-miss Now-Dead-Lucile.” He said this softly before the wind came and stole his voice away for good.

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