Flashes of Sanity #178: Holy Spies

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Four times a week, a chapter of 500 words or less will be published. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

I would love to know my readers more! So, I’ll be having a question of the week from now on!

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Today’s entry: Holy Spies

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Five winged creatures hit the surface. Each of them dressed in the blackest night. Each one of them hated it with every light in their bodies. The cold water swallowed their bodies. The crater they created at the bottom was big enough to swallow a ship, still the surface water had only reacted in small shivers to the sudden hit.
Blan was the first to stretch his thin neck out of the crater. He scanned the premises. Mort sighed in disbelief.
Just because you suddenly got a mission doesn’t mean you got recruited to the army, he thought. We are just the gun fodder if we get caught. And more light to feed the eternal fire.
Mort dusted his arms lights clean. The black didn’t disappear. It never did. Mort smacked Blan over the head. It made him feel a little better.
“It is that way, you idiot.” Mort pointed to the fire burning in the water not far away.
“I knew that.” Blan rubbed his head.
“Really? By all means then, continue looking lost.”
Now it feels better. Mort walked away with a smile. So much better.
Mort took direction for a rock just right of the cold fire. He scrapped his boot against the hard surface under the sand in front of the rock. He found the ring with his foot. Gron and Fulg grabbed on each side of the ring and twisted it. Mort grabbed the ring and together they all five pulled the trap door up from the bottom. They threw it up into the water and jumped down before it came falling down.
The cold white fires licked at Mort’s suit. He reached for the flames, but they turned away from his touch and took on a shade of blue.
The five angels pushed forward until they reached the dock. Astu swam up. He came down with three fingers in the air moving in circles. Mort counted the weconds for each circle.
Mort glanced at Blan who raised his own index finger and stopped himself from shaking his head. He raised his own hand with two fingers showing. Gron showed three. Blan disappeared. A body sank down below their feet. Mort flew up. His knife cut through a throat and another body sunk down the fires. The knife went back into its hilt. Mort disappeared into the shadows.

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Flashes of Sanity #161: Winged Prayer

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Today’s entry: Winged Prayer

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”Forgive us for what we are about to do.” Mort mumbled with his hands pressed against each other. “Forgive us for disrupting what you have built.”
Mort glanced to his left and to his right. His team was there. All on their knees and all with their hands tied. All mumbling in unison. None of them believed this would make any difference.
It was a tradition, that’s all.
And when you go to war, traditions might actually be what keeps you sane.
“May you write about our victory, and the re-stabilization of what once was.” Bale continued from his place by the door. Behind the door, they could all hear the frenetic taping that was the great writer’s trademark. The sighs of pain were trademarks too.
“Oh, Great Writer, spare us in this battle. Give us your strength. Give us your mercy. Detest those ignorant enough to face us.”
A short silence came after the words followed by “Amen.”
Mort arose on his feet. He dusted his knees with his hands.
The dark fabric was ugly. Mort was a man made for white clothing. As all angels are. The dark should be a thing for the past, something they had forgotten.
The recent incidents in hell proved that as an illusion.
“Go to your groups,” Bale continued. “The plan is to send you down in the morning to scout the premises.”
Mort found his squad of five. Astu, Gron, Blan, Fulg and himself Mort.
“Are you ready?” Blan asked.
“Go fuck yourself Blan,” Mort said.

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Flashes of Sanity #122: Announcement

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Today’s entry: Announcement

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Shoulders rubbed against each other in the break room. Somehow, Mort felt four on each shoulder and two on his back. Such was the way in the corporate world.
The bench had been way better.
“Announcement to all employees at earth’s afterlife foundation, hell 32B has declared independence from heaven and all things once living. 31A, 49C, 10C and 89B are expected to be next in line. Within a week all of hell is expected to have declared itself independent.”
This is Tarrynk all over again, Mort thought. Voices in the masses whispered it too. Every one had seen it coming in the increased grumbles down below. Most choose to ignore it. Some precautions had been taken, but the priests would probably prove pointless.
“In the ecosystem of souls,” the speaker continued, “well functioning hells are necessary. The board has decided to take action and new initiatives will be rolling out immediately.”
The speaker went silent and only the masses breathing filled the vacuum. A man climbed a table. Nyah, Mort recalled. Head of Communications.
“Hi all.” Nyah had that ability to make his smile natural in all circumstances. Today was no exception. “I have been asked to continue from here.”
That meant ordered.
“To avoid the Tarrynk circumstances, we will refocus our branches towards returning the independent hells to our balanced ecosystem.”
Nyah read a long list of sections now ‘refocusing’. In the middle, Mort heard his own section. Automation, Sales. Basically, every section except the ones necessary to maintain the saints had been refocused.
“What are we refocused to?”
Nyah turned towards the one asking. “Your managers will tell you more.”
“What happens if we don’t want to refocus?”
“If you choose that refocusing is not for you,” Nyah hesitated, Mort wondered how many others who caught it before his smile returned. “It is decided that we use the same protocol as during the previous restructuring.”
The few annoyed groans suddenly turned silent.
Everyone knew someone who disappeared that day. No one wanted to disappear.
“Any more questions? Great! Your managers will take it from here.”
Mort followed the steady flow out of the break room. Just as the downfall of Tarrynk was well known, the measures necessary to bring Tarrynk back were a common subject.
It had not been pretty.

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