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Mash-Up Blogfest!

Here it is, clocking in at just under 1,000 words – 993 to be exact – my entry for maybe genius’s Mash-Up Blogfest:


The wind swirls in eddies around me, blusters maddeningly through my very soul, flusters and bends and breaks and reforms me only to break me again. Abandon all hope, the sign says: I did, long ago.

Yet when he walks in, my world halts. I stop, wait, watch as he approaches.

He enters my space, the bastard, with another girl. She, prissy and clean, shoots me a glance with eyebrows raised before obeying a gesture of his and wandering off to explore. I glare at her, waiting for her to leave, waiting to be alone with him once more.

“Who’s the new girl? Is she to join us down here? Or a new torture for me alone?

“I would never try to torture you, Lily.”

“You torture me every moment you’re not here. Stay with me.”

“You know I cannot.”

“I know you will not.” I try to turn away from him, but can’t. His face is too painfully glorious not to contemplate for the few stolen moments we have. Because he came down to see me: these moments must be stolen.

“Who is she?” I ask again.

“She, like me, is an angel. I am here only to guide her. We will have to move on when she has finished.”

“She’s not your new lover.” Relief courses through me.

“Of course not,” he snaps. Frustration creases his brows, furrows in the lining of his radiant skin. Even then, even furious, he is beautiful.

“And what of me?”

“What of you? We only met once before now. There is nothing I can do for you.”

“But you said when I died that you loved me.”

“I love all God’s creatures.”

“That’s not what ‘I love you’ means.” Even at 16 I’d known that.

“I could mean nothing else.”

His words at the moment of my death – the light shining in his eyes, the softness, the gentleness with which he took my hand in his, the wisp of hair that fell in his face – that is all I have now. I must remind him – he must remember.

“I love you. And I don’t mean by that to say that I love all creatures. It’s you, Ashrael. I can love none but you. I never will.”

 I reach for him, but my outstretched fingers pass straight through him.

He shakes his head sadly. “Would that I could give you what you desire.”

“You could. Let me touch you.” He responds with the barest of head shakes. “Please, Ashreal, for a moment. Just one.”

He watches me carefully, sadness battling something unreadable in his eyes. Finally, his body ripples as he took a physical form. I brush against him, and he is real, strong, solid under my touch.

A gust of wind howls through my chamber, tossing my hair around my head and catching it in my lips. His skin grows hot under my touch. I breathe deeply, trying to filter out the stench of smoke and brimstone, searching for the faint airy incense scent of him.

“Ashrael!”  She stands in the doorway, his charge for the day, her expression a confusion of shock and dismay. He withdraws from me, shimmering as he flees his corporeal body.

Damn. I almost had him.

“Dinah, this isn’t what…” he stops himself before he can lie, and I can feel a cruel smile form on my lips. “Do you have any questions?”

“What was going – ”

“Do you have any questions,” Ashrael clarifies, “about the area.”

“Why are these people being punished?”

“This is level two of hell. For those who fell into lust and refused to repent.” His eyes glance back to me. Her eyes follow his, but she looks away quickly. Naive, judgmental little twit.

“Shall we move on?” she asks.

“Did you speak with the damned? Do you feel you understand why they’re here? Why they deserve punishment? Why their lust is sinful?”

“My feelings are not a sin!” I shout, glaring at him, hating him for letting her think of me like that, like some kind of whore.

“You are sinning,” Dinah answers primly, “or you wouldn’t be punished down here.”

“Bitch,” I snarl. “You’ll never understand me and you’ll never understand why we’re here because you’ll never understand love. So get out of here and leave me to speak with Ashrael. You’re in the way.”

Dinah looks at Ashrael, who nods once. She leaves.

“How can you say those things about me? That I’m damned because of lust? I was a virgin when I died and you know it.”

“It isn’t about your virginity.”

“Then what is it? That I couldn’t play by some arbitrary set of rules? That I was unlucky enough to fall for you? That you were the one to come to me when I died?”

“You love me too much,” he says, “and wrongly. You should love me only as you love everyone else, and less than your Creator.”

“I could never love like that. That isn’t love. It’s a lie that no one could ever live up to.”

“Still,” he says, “you must try. Else you’ll be here forever, my love. If you could let go of me, you could float on the air in love and worship. You could be with the angels.”

“I don’t want them. I only want you.”

The howling winds start up inside me again. All I want is to lose myself in them.

He walks to me in silence. His hand, physical once more, brushes a tear from my face. I lean my cheek against his hand, trying desperately not to lose contact, but he retreats. With one last, sad look, he leaves.

And so here I stay, battered in the wind, the image of Ashrael’s face forever in my mind. I long for him, I desire him, I wish him to be tempted by me as I’ve so sorely been by him.

Were he damned too, we could be together forever.


I hope you enjoyed! I feel like I’ve been overthinking this, but there’s a question hanging out in my head: is this even still a mashup? Did I edit the mashup out of it? I’d love to know what you think of the story – good, bad, “it’s okay but I’m sad there weren’t any velociraptors in hell,” anything. And then go readand enjoy all the other entries!

A blogfest!

My completely awesome friend, the lovely S.E. Sinkhorn, is hosting a blogfest on her blog in honor of its one-year anniversary.  She announced it back at the beginning of the month – here’s the link to the announcement  so that more people can join, because you all totes should! – and I’ve been brainstorming for far too long ever since to try and come up with a good story idea.  The idea is to mash up two separate genres into some sort of crazywonderful piece.  She gives an excellent description on her blog.

If all goes as planned and the characters behave themselves (not that this is often their wont), I’ll be doing a mashup of Dante’s Inferno and a high school crush.  Posting October 1st.

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