I shot an angel and left it in my backyard
Hung it from the clothesline
Then nailed it to my bed
Like Jesus on the cross hanging on the wall
I know that someday I'll go to hell for these things
And I'm certain I'll burn for all eternity
Someday the devil will come to claim the angel's pound of flesh
When it's all done, nothing will be left behind
Poacher's Pride
He was once my angel, and I once killed him with my own hands, using a rifle.
A story about love and waiting.
An original female character story about angels and demons, basically unrelated to the original plot. The author has made up a mountain of details, so proceed with caution if that's not your thing.
My writing is terrible (emphasis on terrible), but I still hope you'll treat me gently. This fragile author asks you to go easy on me.
Theme: Fate ordained our meeting, and it also ordained our parting.
Not to mention Nora, I also thought I was waiting here for the angel to come back (face covering. Jpg)