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Angel Feathers

by Amethyst SkellyBones Angel

Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #2338096

Brief prose and poetry lacking other categories...

Basically anything under 1500 words. Enjoy

The poem which won 1st place at Rebel Poetry is "Stained Portrait" . I don't usually write in such an overdramatic fashion

The poem which placed second at "Writing 4 Kids" is "Earth is Home" . That is more of my style

The story which placed second at "The Bard's Hall Contest" is "Peg Legs, Parrots and Samurai Swords" . I occasionally write something that might be considered funny...

The story which placed first at "Writing 4 Kids" is "Duck Family Vacation"

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

BIG BAD WOLF is Howling

Oct 16, 2025 at 9:14am
In response to "Faith vs Fear"

Nothing quite like Fall, especially Halloween time.

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🦉 Owl-oween

Oct 12, 2025 at 11:36am
In response to "Duck Family Vacation"

This is adorable!

1 Like

SpookyBee

Oct 3, 2025 at 4:56am
In response to "Peg Legs, Parrots and Samurai Swords"

My review is based on professional editing points. It is meant to be honest, encouraging, and respectful in accordance with WDC guidelines.

THE STORY

A parrot helps Captain O'Leary solve the Cop Shop Mystery on Founder's Day.

WHAT I LIKED

I liked how Captain O'Leary was inspired to flush the crooks out in the open. True Genius!

POV NARRATION/TENSE

This is told in the 3rd person omniscient. Past tense is used in the story.

DIALOGUE

The dialogue drives the narration.

OPENING PARAGRAPH

The opening paragraph sets up the dilemma who stole the loot. There are a lot of suspects, but some are more suss than others.

CHARACTERS

The characters are highly entertaining and keep the readers engaged. Bingo had to be my favorite, but Brimley and Polly Wanda Cracka were a hoot in their own comedic ways.

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Ned

Sep 17, 2025 at 7:27am
In response to "Loom"

Your poem reminds of a song by Carole King. Our lives truly are a tapestry woven from all our experiences.

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Giant Phantom Jelly

Sep 6, 2025 at 5:06pm
In response to "NICE"

Cool story, I like the way you used the prompt, I would like 2 birthdays in one year but not to be twice as old 😅😅

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iKïyå§amhain

Sep 6, 2025 at 12:27am
In response to "NICE"

Hah! That's an interesting premise indeed.

Not sure about celebrating the birthday's twice in a year though. It's hard enough getting through one alone!
Fun read all around!

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SpookyBee

Sep 2, 2025 at 6:02pm
In response to "Diamonds in the Hills"

My review is based on professional editing points. It is meant to be honest, encouraging, and respectful in accordance with WDC guidelines.

THE POEM

The poem took a look at the properties of a mountain.

WHAT I LIKED

As the poem began, I could see myself in a helicopter, flying over the mountain, making my assessments. Great way to put the reader in the moment.

STRUCTURE

This is a diamante poem. The rules involve having 7 seven lines, first and last line, just one word which is a noun, 2nd and 6th lines, 2 words which are adjectives, 3rd and 5th lines have 3 words which are verbs, 4th line has 4 words - nouns. Diamantes don't have to play hard by the rules, but they should take the shape of a diamond.

MECHANICS

I did not spot any spelling/punctuation mistakes. Good use of WDC ML to increase the font and make it easier to read on WDC.

DESCRIPTIONS

The words used to describe this mountain really gave the mountain it's own look and personality. The use of the word "aiguille," I found an inspired word choice and I had to look it up for it's meaning.

PARTING THOUGHTS/SUGGESTIONS

The opening sets the stage for what to expect from the poem. The title, "Diamonds in the Hills," can be used for the obvious - the mountain is the diamond, but it's word "aiguille" that really fills out the description and makes the diamond take form and shape. Nice word play and expression. The poem followed the prompt and used one of the following words: mountain, beach, or forest. Good luck in the Bard's Hall Contest.

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Wraithy WiԎchy of Woe!

Aug 13, 2025 at 9:50am
In response to "Raven Snow"

Nice comparison! I am more familiar with Wednesday, but your description of Elsa does have a similar attitude about seeking justice as Wednesday.

Good job!

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Spirit writing 💀🎃📜

Aug 9, 2025 at 9:17am
In response to "Stalled Train"

A beautiful story and memorial told in a personal experience way. Thanks for sharing this and glad I found this 😁! 🎖️🇺🇸🚂🚉.
I love trains and as a kid thought I'd be a conductor on the Ny subway system.

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SpookyBee

Aug 5, 2025 at 10:48am
In response to "Liberty"

Thanks for your story for the Bard's Hall July 2025 contest. You did a good job incorporating the photo prompt into your story. There were good emotional elements in the story that tapped into the heartstrings. The story was sweet, inspirational and ended on a hopeful note. Well done!

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October 13, 2025 at 5:24am

#1099210

Shadows of War

Chaplain Eric entered the Home for Disabled Veterans, clutching a bundle of file folders. The astringent fumes of antiseptic spray permeated his lungs as he stopped in front of Maria's reception desk to sign in for his night shift.

“Anything I need to know?” he asked her, scrawling his name into the book.

She suppressed a yawn, blinking wearily.

“New patient in Room 32. Records show he has a tendency to hallucinate and cry for help in the night. Name's Kevin.”

“Indeed? I'll be ready. Thank you for letting me know.”

Eric paced the darkened halls, hands clasped behind him, deep in prayer. He readied himself for anything or nothing. One could never tell if the night shift would be silent and uneventful, or if something untoward would happen. Usually he spent the slow hours counting steps and contemplating scriptures.

At one thirty, the call light blinked for Room 32. Nurse Annette went to assist Kevin. Eric paused outside the patient's door, not exactly listening, but waiting.

“Someone get me a chaplain!” a gruff voice shouted. “I can't stand this – there's demons taunting me!”

Annette stepped out into the hallway and shut the door. Eric raised his eyebrows. She shrugged.

“We may have to sedate him. He's pretty bad off right now. You want to see if you can help?”

“Of course. That's what he asked for.”

Eric went to his office and picked out a Bible, a prayer book and a vial of holy water. Whatever was happening with Kevin, he wanted to be prepared. Back at the door of Room 32, he knocked.

“Chaplain Eric here. Did you need me?”

“Darn right I need you,” Kevin snarled in a most startling way. “The devil's in here!”

Eric crossed himself, murmured the Lord's prayer, and stepped into the room. It was unnaturally cold, sending goosebumps rising along his arms. Kevin, an elderly, grizzled vet, was sitting up in bed, back pressed against the wall, grimacing and growling, trembling all over. Eric's stomach sank ominously. Purplish red shadows crawled in the corners of the brightly lit room, movements that lured the eyes to look, only to drift away, lurking at the edges of his peripheral vision. Kevin was not hallucinating.

Eric walked the perimeter of the room, sprinkling holy water and praying. He kept his voice steady, firm, quiet.

“The Lord says, begone. Christ is victorious over all. Evil has no power here. I ask God to bless this room and sanctify it, by the power of His Holy Spirit and the blood of Jesus.”

The cold fluorescent lights shone warmer. The shadows peeled back, gathered themselves towards the window and dissipated as Eric came closer. He completed his circuit. He settled down by Kevin's bed and prayed for calm and healing.

Gradually, Kevin relaxed, his trembling body sinking into the sheets with a heavy sigh. He looked at Eric, eyes clear and sharp.

“Thank God you showed up. I couldn't stand it another second!”

“Would you like me to stay?”

“Yes, please. I hate being here all alone in the night. Everything I've done comes back to haunt me.” Kevin clenched and unclenched his hands around the sheets, eyes tracking the room, searching for the vanished evil.

“You feel tormented?”

“Can't think of anything else I'd call it. I was in the Special Forces, man. I've done things you wouldn't want your granny to find out.”

Eric sat without comment, allowing Kevin to ruminate.

“God feels so far away, like He's mad at me for everything. These… Things wouldn't be here if He was protecting me. I'm a dirty old sinner.”

“God removed the things for you when I asked Him to. He loves you unconditionally.”

“Does He understand I was doing it to protect our country?”

“Of course He does. He knows you and your heart better than anyone, even you. Would you like me to go over some Bible verses with you?”

“Might as well.”

They spent about an hour studying the Bible, learning about mercy, forgiveness and grace. Kevin's eyes slipped shut after a while, and he fell into a deep, restful sleep. Eric sat by, thinking about his own time serving in the armed forces. He had always been a chaplain, therefore never bore a weapon. Many times, his life had been in danger. Many times, God had rescued him in miraculous ways. Now, it was his turn to give back, to provide for the community what the Lord had provided for him.

Nurse Annette knocked at the door. Eric got up, moving softly to answer.

“You got him to sleep? Everything's ok?”

“Yes, ma'am, the patient is resting peacefully.”

“Did you resolve the hallucinations?”

“Would you believe me if I told you they were not?”

Annette's eyes widened, then narrowed.

“Did he have a visitor with a pitchfork, perhaps?”

“No, only a vague malevolent presence. It's gone now.”

“Well, good for you, exorcist.” Annette spoke with a slight wryness as she dimmed the lights. “Now we know who to call.”

“I'll be ready.” Eric smiled and resumed his patrol through the halls.

Words: 848.
Written for "Honoring Our Veterans - Challenge"

Inspired by a true story.

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