The two demons appeared before me, their skin red with fury and their horns as black as night, both of their glances angered me so with all my might and my last breath I moved up onto my feet and stared back at them.
“King Valkon has chosen you.” One of them sneered at me.
“Over my dead body.” I screeched back at them.
With my deathly minutes drawing closer before my life was over I held my right glowing arm towards the sky, a lightning bolt appeared and struck into my hand. I caught the bolt and zapped it towards the demons. Within a flash the demons evaporated into atoms of dust. I took a deep breath and felt my drained body fall to the ground. My time on this world was over.
My heavy over slept eyes woke up in my bedroom, everything was still in its place except Luke was sat by the desk looking at me. I must have been dreaming, so I rubbed my eyes but again he was still sat there smiling at me.
“Where am I? I am supposed to be dead.”
Luke stood up and moved gently towards my bedside. His smile had changed to a more serious look.
“No you are not dead but you have been in a deep sleep for a week, your parents have told me everything about you and all about the sacrifice you did to save my life. I am in love with you to Precious, I always have since the moment I saw you at school.”
All this time that I had been worrying what he thought about me was all wrong, he had always felt the same way towards me. He leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, I felt butterflies fluttering through my stomach and my heart skipped a beat, but I now knew both our lives had changed forever. I remember the words the demon had told me before my spell banished him. I was King Valkon’s next chosen mate and he will not stop at nothing until he has me. I gripped Luke at the thought of knowing what my destiny ahead will be.
Spaceman Came Travelling.
This piece is included in Christmas Gifts, first published November 2019. The inspiration for this short story was inspired from Chris De Burgh’s song, A Spaceman Came Travelling.
It is always scary being on your own, seeing the days go by one by one, well it is for me, anyway. I can’t believe it has been nearly six months since my heart got broken by someone I believed who loved me but instead chose my best friend over me. So I vowed for the time being I wouldn’t love anyone on this planet in fear of it happening again. I guess you can still say I am only young and this fool was my first love, being only nineteen I still have a lot to live for. Luckily, I managed to find a small studio and get by working every single hour under the sun. But living this way by being alone did not last much longer for me, I can remember the day when a bright light shone through my window.
It was coming up to Christmas and my full-time office job was forcing me to take annual leave so I had no choice but to take it as my department was shut over the festive period. I had decorated my studio with some tinsel, lights and a small Christmas tree with a star on top of it, in the hopes to make me feel a bit better about myself, I made a wish for the pain I was feeling to go away. Who knew that wishing on a star could come true.
I woke up pulling back my turquoise butterfly patterned curtains to a snowy Christmas Eve morning, late morning to be precise but I think it was more lunch time as the night before I had watched a few chick flicks and downed a bottle of pink gin. I lifted my head up from off my pillow to the worse hangover I had ever encountered. Stumbling to the little kitchen area, I downed a glass of water trying to come to my senses.
Later on that evening my hangover had eased off, so I managed to get out of my slump to go outside. The snow had slowed down and come to a stop by the time I got outside; I gazed up to the starry night sky and seeing how the stars were trying to break through the snow clouds. In the distance I heard a choir singing from a nearby Church ‘Silent Night, Holy Night.’ As I was listening to the lyrics and gazing upwards, a light flew across between the snowy clouds. ‘Perhaps that was a shooting star.’ I thought to myself, but it seemed to near, so close. It was most likely my heavy hungover head playing tricks on me. I decided to head back home and call it an early one in bed.
That night I was woken up by a bright light shining through my window, I did not realise what time it was, it could not have possibly be the morning already. I ran over to the nearest window, but the light was too bright for me.Then suddenly I was standing on the roof of the building I lived in, I didn’t even know how I had gotten up there. I looked around to see a figure standing before me, he was the most beautiful
