Unaccepted (Part 1)Ambition is, essentially, a slippery slope. One may risk life and limb climbing up a steep, imposing mountain only to fall back down, or otherwise perish from the harsh, high-altitude atmosphere. On the other hand, personal satisfaction and potential fame awaits one who can succeed where others have tried and failed. Perhaps it's safe to say that, as such, those who take great risks are the ones most desperately wanting purpose and meaning.
For Crystal, the quest for purpose is the key tenet to her religious beliefs. According to what she has been taught, the Goddess has a plan for every living being, and every unfortunate event has a profound reason behind it. In her hometown, this is an increasingly outdated notion, and her family is one of the few remaining who hold it to be true. Even so, Crystal dearly holds on to her convictions, because they are her most vital source of hope.
After all, what else could bring light to the painfully ironic and hopeless life of an angel who can't f
The Creator's GameRain splashed at the wide window. Lightning flashed, brightening up the office, showing the silhouette of a man. Footsteps soon followed, indicated only by the slight vibrations in the floor, since the raging storm drowned out all noise.
Another flash. This time, the man was much closer, and appeared to be heading toward the door. He may have seen me in the flash, though I doubt he could make out my features any more than I could see his, and instead he merely knew that the safest option was to escape from the mysterious intruder while he still had the chance.
The door opened, and light trickled into the room. I saw his face, old and wrinkled, carrying a look of surprise and anger. I rushed to the door, and chased my target down the hallway, holding the miniature bomb in my hand. He turned to look at his killer, eyes wide with the realization of my identity, before sprinting to the stairs and screaming for security.
If he hadn't looked back, he might have got away. I caught him opening