Once Jenny heard that on her birthday next week she would no longer exist , her heart fell into her mouth… She was lost for words. Her chestnut brown hair drooped down to her shoulders lifeless never like before, the wind kissed her pale cheeks as tears flooded her emerald , dull eyes. She maintained her courageous heart and faith ,never let a single tear slip uncontrollably. Her mother who had passed away , a few years ago , was there in front of Jenny . Her snow white dress danced freely in the wind , her smile was calm and refreshing, yes , she was an angel.
Jenny felt something warm enclosing her … Wings !!!
” NO !!! Not now, please ” Jenny screamed, feeling stressed gasping every now and then. Her thin fingers grabbing her long navy blue dress. “Anything but this ! ”
Suddenly she turned round frustratedly and collapsed onto a stone chiseled stand. Just then a tear fell from her eyes and landed on the floor as a stone. Then as Jenny sobbed stone creeped up her then suddenly she became a statue. Everything around her began to die and turn dull.
Still from today Jenny still lies onto on the stand solemnly as life does not exists around her any more.
The angel is me?
Elisa woke and sat up in her bed, she was sweating even though her house was extremely cold. She stared out of the window and murmured a curse. Over the past few days she had been having nightmares, very bad nightmares. The strange thing was every night she went to bed in her teddy bear pyjamas, and every morning she woke up dressed in the white silk dress her mum had bought her for her friend’s party! Once she woke up to find wings on her back! Of course she fainted; when she woke they were gone!
Elisa stood beside her bed and looked at the dress she was wearing. She was tempted to throw it away, she didn’t though. She pulled it off and hung it up, put on her pijamas and walked out of her room. She peeked behind her as she walked out and she slipped on something.
“Ouch!” exclaimed Elisa.
She looked where she had slipped, and right there, in front of her, was the white silk dress.
“Ahh!” she screamed, “it’s following me!”
“What’s following you?” asked someone from behind a door.
Elisa hid in a dark corner and watched the person who had just spoken walk out from behind the door. Elisa expected it to be a monster or something, but it was only her cousin Linda.
“Oh, it’s just you” declared Elisa.
“So wait, what’s following you?” asked Linda curiously.
“It’s the dress; it’s been following me everywhere. Every night I go to sleep in pijamas, and every morning I wake up in this dress!” cried Elisa, “I’ve just left it in my room and now … it’s here!”
“It’s probably just your imagination” answered Linda.
“No, it’s not, Linda!” explained Elisa.
“No! That’s the same as witchcraft!”
“What could it be then?” wondered Linda.
“I have no idea!” said Elisa.
“I have an idea!” shouted Linda, “maybe you’re an angel and thus your dress. And of course it follows you!”
“That’s n-o-n-s-e-n-s-e, nonsense!” screamed Elisa.
“But it could explain some things,” explained Linda.
“I still think it is nonsense!” answered Elisa.
Elisa didn’t think it was nonsense, not really. She actually believed it was true. It explained the time she woke up with wings! But if she was an angel…Then she realised of something. An angel living with humans…. That could hurt her parents! Oh, and Linda of course!
Finally she spat it out.
“Oh, I believe you Linda!”
“Yes, I do,” sighed Elisa, “but that means my parents and you, of course, are in danger!”
“Oh yeah, I read it in a book!” answered Linda, “I think I have it with me!”
“If an angel ever comes down to earth,” Elisa read, “it means the people the angel is living with will die after the angel turns eleven! Oh no, tomorrow is my birthday and I’m turning 11! This is so bad!!”
“Well, we can’t change anything, we’ll just see what happens tomorrow,” said Linda sadly.
The next morning, Elisa got out of bed and ran to Linda’s room. Linda had sat upright in her bed and was staring out of the window.
“Linda, are you alright?” asked Elisa.
“Yeah, I’m fine!” said Linda, “what about your parents?”
Elisa and Linda ran into Elisa’s parents’ room. Elisa’s parents were both lying on their bed with their eyes closed. Elisa went over to them and put her hand above her mum’s nose. She wasn’t breathing.
“NO, NO, NO!!” cried Elisa, “they’re dead!”
She started crying. Linda stood behind her, her head hanged.
After Elisa’s parents passed away, Elisa stood by their grave for days until she converted fully into an angel, the stone angel which would stay with them forever.
Distraught, no longer able to hold her weight, Mary slumped her scrawny, pale body onto the frozen, grey pillar as the cold pierced through her like a needle, she cried uncontrollably. Her mind was empty. The wind brushed passed her sweeping away the tears that covered her face, the screams, the cries echoing in her ears, the war could not be forgotten.
Everyone Mary knew, loved and cared for had died. Lives of thousands and thousands of people… gone.
Distraught, no longer able to hold her weight, Mary slumped her body onto the frozen grey pillar, the cold pierced through her like a needle, she cried uncontrollably. Her mind was empty. The wind brushed passed her sweeping away the tears that covered her face, the screams, the cries echoing in her ears, the war could not be forgotten.
Distraught, no longer able to hold her weight, Mary slumped her scrawny, pale body onto the frozen, grey pillar, the cold pieced through her like a needle, she cried uncontrollably. Her mind was empty. The wind brushed passed her sweeping away the tears that covered her face, the screams, the cries echoing in her ears, the war could not be forgotten.
The mystical angel
Amanda was walking home from school when she saw a stone angel in the church by her house. It looked as though it was real but it couldn’t be… Or could it? So Amanda went to take a closer look at it when she thought she saw it move. Amanda then took a small step forward and rubbed her eyes. In the distance she could see some words written under it. The words said…
Get a golden swans feather and place it on my head. Get a stick from the oldest oak tree and place it in my hand. Finally say rellegium only 3x and thats how to somon me day and night.
Amanda got confused on were to find these unusual objects, but the next yearshe did. When she got to the church for the final time, she did what it said to do and aited for something to happen. After 1minute, the angel started to come to life… When Amanda saw it’s wings spread out, she was amazed. The angel then thanked Amanda for releasing her from a curse and disapeared…
Portions of salty tears came raining down of blood red eyes which had taken the affect from the tears coming out of two flooding holes.This was the impact of one vindictive man.Looking about,my brain was spinning with all the false answers.Getting inspected by one thousand miniature dots,it was almost like as if you were being watched.Feeling a bit uncomfortable,they gave me the message that I have now became their forever prisoner.
Lumps in my throat passing through every millisecond,I was at the start of the path of having a heart attack.Crunches beneath my feet was one of the least things to be worried about.Trees and bushes being blow blow dried by the wind after an icy shower on a miserable day.Howling like a high pitched wolf,it seemed like they were doing it purely on purpose to haunt your dreams into a nightmare.Now getting used to the deafening sounds,I pulled myself together and went through this bravely
Walking ponderously along the deserted path to the local graveyard. 10 year old Lilia and her 8 year old brother Jack were steadily eating iced cupcakes their mother had kindly made for them. They had to walk through a forest. It was isolated and bare and quite creepy. When they got to the entrance, Lilia saw something that made her gasp.
“Jack come over here.” demanded Lilia
“what’s up Lilia?” asked Jack dazed by his sisters pale face. He followed his sisters gaze and gaped. “What is that?!” exclaimed Jack his were as wide as saucers.
“I don’t know, but look what I found.” said Lilia looking baffled. She was holding three sheets of paper with vast, sprawly handwriting covering the pages. “Shall I read it? I mean it might be private, and stuff.”
“Whoever finds this please read it and help me. I am an angel from Heaven sent down to Earth for me to be taught a lesson for something bad I did.”
Walking slowly on the castle hard floor Alice whistled quietly with a dress snow white. She lived with her mum and dad in an enchanti8ng castle. Alice had never seen what had lied beneath the clouds that felt like candyfloss because she was never allowed to.
Ding, dong! Delicately she opened the door. It was Rosie. Rosie was her only human friend.
“I have exciting news!” Rosie exclaimed.
“What is it? asked Alice, pestering her.
” The golden harp has been stolen and are giving away 1,000,000 “angel pounds” ( which I called pounds) away. She shouted loudly.
They squeaked and squeaked until they thought of a devious plan. Time ticked away and when midnight struck Alice escaped quietly to the “human world”.
As soon as she got down she saw some weird vehicles what they call “cars” driving rapidly across the road. Suddenly, Rosie appeared in a haunted forest. Rotted leaves crunched beneath their feet.
In a magical castle in a spooky forest, angels were having a meeting. They were speaking. They were speaking about the lost, mystical jewel. “I think it has been stolen. But I have an idea about who might have stolen it. It must be the devil gang, because they’re always trying to steal it,” said the worried head of angels. “We desperately need a volunteer, but he must be courageous to defeat the evil devils.” A young angel called Daniel listened contentedly, and he thought he would do the job. But everyone says he is too “immature” and too “feeble” and that he isn’t brave enough. He then stuttered “I… will… do-do…it.” Others couldn’t hear him, and they asked him to speak up. He said it again, and others laughed and joked. “OK then, go and fail and die.” Daniel didn’t mind, so he just set off with his brother Matthew.
The brothers decided to fly to the equipment shop to get swords and shields. There was eight devils in the gang, but the brothers still believed. They walked on to find shelter, and they eventually found a little house. So they slept their.
Every time you look away, you will never notice a movement. Hiding in plain sight, the statue is moving! Freezing air whips past and you turn round once again. You still do not notice, over and over again. Around the gentle flowers, as still as a statue, an angel sits down gently, confusing all of you. Stone white body and stone white hair, an angel sits down, crying in despair.
Most statues would sit in one spot for years, their stone grey eyes and their unchangeable expressions (most likely a smile). People who collect them do get new ones and give away the old. Some treasure them and leave them there for years; same house, same statue, same owner. The statue’s cold glossy texture ,smooth as a baby’s bottom, is not rutted at all. They’re fragile so they cant be dropped or else they will break like a crisp being munched on by a human being. Their facial expressions vary from big to as small as a fairy.
All statues are still for their miserable lives with their easily predictable emotion or action. Statues are made of stone or rock and are about something memorable and for symbols of life and death. Fortunately, (for the statues) their life is very long and lasts for at least 200 Years constant. Statues are seen in most places, but, not all.