Manuscript in progress about Angels

When she came into this world, the cold air against her fresh skin made her want to cry. This new place felt foreign, felt very pushed out into the world without warning. She wanted to cry, she wanted to cry loudly with convulsion, and instead, she saw these winged angels fluttering about, tickling her mother’s nose and she laughed, she laughed, and laughed until they placed her against her mother’s warm chest. She felt home.  (no working title).

Manuscript in progress

Sam, Marshall, and the Aliens

“They are here bruh,”

“I can feel them and they are here!” My friend, Marshall, is very dramatic. He looked through the telescope again, adjusting his body so his eyes could see better. The stars twinkled in the night sky so perfectly. Like little diamonds gleaming iridescently. I stood under the skylight window across from Marshall. I opened it to watch the stars dance. 

“You may have a better chance from this window, to see whatever it is you are looking for.” 

“Europa, I am looking for Europa!” Marshall stood from the telescope massaging his neck as if he had been in that position for too long.

“You know you can’t see Europa” from here.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of the stars signaling to each other. 

“I believe there is a slight chance of seeing it, and I know the Aliens are there too.”

The room got quiet. It had been a few weeks since we’d talked about the Aliens. I had taken a few weeks away from Marshall, which had been the longest time apart since we were born. I wanted so badly to move past our abduction, and Marshall would not move on.