The Angel Whisperer [Pt. 6 of 6] – Christianwritr, Cassie Snow

Jenna Warner was tired. Not just sleepy, but felt completely worn out. She couldn’t describe the feeling, except that several muscles were sore. The past week had drained her, physically and emotionally.

Starting on her birthday, she had met two angels, Orock and Keith. They had given her a necklace, told her of something to come, and left. She was then sick, and had to spend her birthday on the couch. An angel had told her to warn her neighbor, the angel told her to warn a friend, the angel told her to warn a complete stranger. Most recently, the person she warned had ignored her, and the woman’s daughter died. The seeing angels thing was amazing, but she was wearing down. When will it be over? Will I be “warning” people for the rest of my life? Will I have to be this tired for forever?

She didn’t exactly understand why this was happening. Everything had a reason, but she didn’t know what this reason was, exactly. It could be that it was something to build up her faith, trust in God, or maybe just save the lives of others. But to what end? Speaking of ends, when would it end?

She could always pray about it. That was one thing, if anything, this “mission”  had taught her; the power of prayer. She still wore the same necklace she put on a week ago. It read “Prayer” in small letters, right across the middle of the necklace.

She decided to get on the computer and check her Facebook, something she was able to get this past week; her sister had had one for ages, it was easy to convince her parents let her have an account.

There were a few interesting things going on, but not interesting enough to grab her attention. Slowly, though, an idea formed in her mind. She clicked on the search box and typed in “Brian Halley”.  His face popped up and she looked at the picture: a boy, blue eyes, blond hair, and the cutest smile you could imagine. She moved her mouse up towards the “friend” button, but then stopped, closed the internet, sighed, and walked to her room. Someday. Maybe someday she would work up the nerve to do it.

———-

She awoke in the dark, breaking into a cold sweat. The clock read 11:12 pm. What was wrong with her? No nightmares, no startling noises, nothing to wake her up, sweating, on guard, listening for the slightest sound.

“Jenna!” She jerked to where the sound came from, to stop. Kendall, Tristan, Keith, and Orock were standing before her.

Orock spoke. “Jenna, your sister is in grave danger. You must pray for her. Pray for her safety and protection. Pray.”

Jenna’s mind went blank. Staci? In danger? In trouble? She had to pray for Staci? That she might live? Were the angels crazy? Was she crazy? All of the sudden, she found it hard to do what she had been telling people to do all week. She felt fearful and prideful at the same time.

“Okay. I will do it.” She looked back up, and they were gone. Perhaps for good.

The urgency returned and she raced out of her room, knowing she HAD to tell her parents. She ran down to her parents room, where her mom was sleeping. Her dad was working late at work, there was some emergency, and he wouldn’t be home until really late.

“Mom! Mom, wake up.” Jenna shook her mom, repeatedly calling her name. Her mother awoke in a moment, looking worried.

“What is it honey?”

Jenna explained how she had been seeing angels this week, and had surely saved lives. Her mom listened, thinking it almost a joke at first, but she grew serious as Jenna’s story went on.

“Is Staci home?” They said at the same time, and it was a race to the front door to see if her car was in the driveway. It wasn’t. Her mom almost sobbed, but then grabbed Jenna and held her tight.

“Father, we come to you in the name of Jesus, and we ask you to keep Staci safe and out of harm’s way.” Jenna’s own words surprised her, it sounded like something her mother would say. But her mother was holding on to her and every word she spoke. “Please bring Staci home to us. In Jesus’s we pray, amen.”

Lights flashed on them, and there were headlights in the driveway. Jenna and her mother ran to the driveway, hoping against hope. But the car was her father’s. Jenna’s mother talked to her husband as he got out of the car. Jen stood off to the side, thinking and praying.

Suddenly Keith stood before her. He was holding an orb, and just like every encounter she had with the angels, she couldn’t help but reach out and touch it.

She saw Staci’s body, on the ground, with a hole in it, blood seeping out. She was breathing hard, and barely alive. But instead of focusing on her sister’s death, Jenna found herself looking at the surroundings. She saw in the backround billboard. That billboard read: HAMPTON INN: 1 1/2 MILES.

———-

“Mom! Dad! I know where Staci is!”

———-

Staci Warner felt tired. Not just sleepy, but beat. Her head hurt, her eyes twitched nervously, and her spirit, her insides, her soul felt empty.

She was walking along the roadside with Larry Heilman. His name could have been Jerk. She was going to break up with him, but every time she started to bring it up, he distracted her. She was easily distracted by him, make no doubt about it, he was charming. He was being charming now, but her mind was on other things. Like that “tired spirit” thing.

He pulled her closer to him. “Hey, baby, I got us a place. You know.”

Staci thought about it, but decided to decline. She was tired enough as it was. She didn’t need a long night. Besides, it would be Christmas in a few days, and she should really be home with her family. Christmas. The birth of Christ. Where did that come from? She hadn’t thought about that stuff in ages. But, in a way, in felt comforting.

“No, thanks Larry.” She was polite, but continued. “I think we should stop seeing each other. We—” She stopped, realizing that somewhere they had taken a turn, and were now literally standing in a dark alley.

“We should have a good night?” Larry finished, and two other men came out and stood next to her. She began to get really nervous really fast.

Jerk grabbed her arm and pulled her along the alley, the other two pushing her from behind.

She was about to scream, when their grip suddenly went slack. She looked up to see four magnificent men standing before her. Realizing they must be supernatural, she fell to her face.

Her “friends” turned and ran as fast as they could.

Staci felt herself crying. She felt so guilty in their presence. They weren’t even God, just messengers and warriors. But they were so magnificent, and she was so tiny.

One of them walked up to her, and she trembled. He reached down and lifted her from the ground. “Go home, daughter of the Father.”

She stood up, wiped the tears from her eyes, began to thank him, before realizing he was gone.

She started out for home.

———-

Jenna sat in the back seat, worrying her heart out. They were five minutes away from their destination, and plenty could happen in between now and then. She began praying again, seeing there was nothing else to do.

———-

Staci was walking across a bridge, which was the shortest way home. She had to get home and give a big hug to every member of her family, and hope they would except her as she was. A dirty, smelly, re-newed woman. Well, after the way she had acted before, they might drag her into the house.

“Stop!” She stopped, looked around for the owner of the voice, and saw none. She lowered her head and continued walking.

“I said STOP!” Whoever was yelling seemed frantic. She turned, this time to see someone running at her. She waited, and realized that the person was running straight for her. AT HER.

She turned and ran, but was too slow. Her body hit the pavement a moment later, someone on top of her. She squirmed around, flipped over underneath the man, and realized it was Larry.

“What— What was that back there?!?” He seemed bewildered, perhaps even mentally unstable. “TELL ME!”

She answered truthfully. “Those were the warriors of the Lord, sent rescue me from you.”

Larry’s encounter with them seemed to have affected his mind. Something wasn’t clicking with him, for he yelled: “Liar! LIAR!!” and punched her thrice; once in the neck and twice in the face.

She shoved, and somehow rolled out from under him, and backing away several steps. She could feel something warm running down her face.

Larry was still yelling: “LIAR!!!” Was he insane?

Suddenly he stopped yelling. Then: “No! No! Noooo….” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun. Then he began yelling “Liar” again.

It was then Staci knew she was going to die.

———-

Brian Halley was walking home from the grocery store, like he did every Monday night. His mom would send him to pick up something from the store, and he would become interested in the janitor’s stories; it was the same every week. This week he had gotten his little sister a little necklace with a cross on it for her birthday: something he thought she would like very much.

The store wasn’t far from home, so he walked, even on cold nights like tonight. He didn’t mind, it let him think about how wonderful the Lord’s creation was. He was a Christian, one of the few left in world.

Tonight he was thinking about God’s creations again, but it was different than normal. Tonight he was pondering girls. Specifically one girl. He wasn’t sure what to make of her, except that he liked her. On the last day of school she had gotten sick and went home. He thought her name was Jenna, but wasn’t sure. He should see if she had a Facebook. Then maybe “friend” her and use the chat thing to talk to her or something. One thing was for sure, he was looking forward to the start of school again—

“LIAR!!!” He heard someone screaming something, up on the bridge ahead. His neighborhood was here, but he decide to walk a little father.

He walked into a scene from a nightmare. A girl was standing on the bridge, in the middle of the road. A young man was standing at the edge of the bridge, screaming something incomprehensible, pointing a gun at the girl. Brian ran for the man as fast as he could, hoping the man wouldn’t notice him.

He was twenty feet away when they both turned and looked at him. The man with gun seemed confused.

Brian felt a light shining on him, and looked across the bridge.

———-

Staci didn’t understand what the kid was doing, but it seemed to confuse Larry even more. Which may or may not have been good. She suddenly felt a light glaring on her, and looked down the bridge. The light was a headlight’s from a car. The car pulled up thirty feet from her.

———-

Jenna looked at the situation from the back seat. Staci was in the road, and ten paces away was someone she had never seen. The man was pointing a gun on Staci, but had turned to look at them. Her parents seemed frozen.

Jenna thought of all the people she had helped this week, and decided that she couldn’t let her sister die. Before she knew what she was doing, she had left the car, and was running for Staci. She reached Staci and stood in front of her, in between the man and her sister.

———-

Brian saw a girl running— no, it was that girl from his school! Jen! The  guy with gun seemed crazed and confused, especially now, since Jen was blocking him from the girl. He saw his chance. It was something dumb, but he knew he had to do it, or someone would die. He ran the last twenty feet and jumped the bigger man.

He met almost no resistance at all, the man crumpled. Brian grabbed the gun and held it on the man.

———-

The authorities showed up soon afterwards, and Larry was taken away. Jenna recognized Brian, and they talked. Soon afterwards, they were best of friends.

Staci’s life was turned around that night, and she lived the life she was called to, eventually becoming one of the most famous women pastors in the U.S.A.

Jenna never saw the angels again, but after a few days, realized she still had the necklace, and she kept it as a reminder of what happened in what may have been the most amazing week of her life. And as a reminder to pray.

THE END

 

 

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The Angel Whisperer [Pt.5 of 6] – Christianwritr, Cassie Snow

“Her name is Tina Runnington.” Keith’s words played through Jenna Warner’s head again and again.

“Yes, well, thank you, Jenna.” Rebecka Runnington’s played even faster.

Fools! They . . . they couldn’t just . . . this could NOT be happening!

Keith had come to her in the night. He had warned her of the danger a family living across the street was in. Specifically, the danger their daughter was in.

Tina Runnington was eighteen years of age. She was a college student, and lived on campus. Now she was on a cruise, and in grave danger. The ship would capsize, and she would die. Unless there was prayer. Always prayer. And those . . . fools refused! Okay, they aren’t fools, they are just confused. This was so frustrating.

Despair set in. No, it couldn’t just end like this! They couldn’t just . . . NO! This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be happening, it WOULDN’T be happening!

They couldn’t just say no. There had to be some catch. This had always worked out before . . . it couldn’t not work out now.

She had gone to the Runnington’s house and knocked on the door, which was answered by Mrs. Runnington. Jenna had felt really awkward about talking to her, because she wasn’t a Christian. And she was also a bit of a snob. But Jenna did her part, and warned her that Tina would be in a terrible accident at sea. Mrs. Runnington was ticked off to hear anything of praying and asked her to leave.

As the door began to close, she stopped and turned. She had to do something.

“Mam?” The door stopped closing.

“What is it?”

Jenna blinked and sighed. “Mrs. Runnington, I hope you believe me when I say this, but if you do not pray for your daughter, she will die. I hope you understand that.” Suddenly she felt rage boiling up inside of her. “Get on your knees and pray to your Maker, woman! Pray, fast, ask, plead, beg for your daughter’s life! Then perhaps He shall pity you and safe Tina’s life!”

Jenna stepped back, surprised at what she just said. She continued backing, then turned and ran off the porch. She didn’t see the expression on Rebecka Runnington’s face, but it probably wasn’t a smile.

And now she was on her bed, feeling awful and unsure of what to do next. She should pray. The prospect of failing Keith, failing God, was too great for her to ignore. She bowed her head and began to pray.

———-

Tina Runnington glanced overhead just in time to see two large birds fly by. The land was so pretty this time  of year.

She had been on this cruise-thingy for almost a week now, and it was coming to an end soon. This disappointed her some, but she did get to go home and hang out with her parents for a while.

She had gone on the cruise with some of her closest friends from college, and they had had a great time so far. She still found it hard to believe that they had found the money to go on this trip. They had been planning it all year— . . . everything had just been too perfect.

Ladasha walked up to her. Now THERE was someone with a weird name. She had once told Tina it meant “Gift of God”. Ironically, she was also a very, very bold Christian. Tina had listened to some of her theories before, and had to admit they made more sense than what her parents had taught her.

“How are you Lad?” Tina breathed deep. “It’s wonderful out here isn’t it?”

Ladasha looked at her. “It sure is. It is amazing what God has given to us.”

More of that “God” stuff. Instead of ignoring it, Tina decided to ask a question. “Lad, how do you know that God is real?”

Those green eyes pierced Tina. “Look around, Tina. What do you see? You just said yourself it is wonderful. Now, tell me, could this have all happened by chance? The earth just happened to end up the same distance from the sun, we all evolved from bacteria? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Tina pondered her words. “Okay, well if God IS real, then how do you know your religion is the only or correct way to heaven? How do you know anything you’ve been taught is true?” She was kind of changing what her original question was, but she was curious.

“The Bible. I’ve read countless prophecies and happenings in there, all of which have come true, or soon will. If it was correct about two thousand prophecies, why should it be wrong now?” Ladasha looked out over the sea.

Tina looked up sharply. “Two THOUSAND of the Bible’s prophecies have come TRUE?”

“Yes. Neither has there been a prophecy that has been incorrect.”

Tina felt blown away. “Wow. I . . . I didn’t know that.”

“And let me tell you something else.” Lad leaned in close. “Once I became a Christian, I felt free. Is there something holding you back? Someone that you can never forget? Something that has bothered your soul forever? Jesus can set you free from all of that stuff.” She looked back out over the ocean. “It is amazing.”

Tina thought about that. “Hm. I mean I can’t— . . . “

CRASH!!! There was a sudden yank, and both girls were thrown into the frigid water.

Tina spluttered and began swimming. She frantically began looking for the ship. She screamed for help, and hoped that someone would hear her.

From where she was, she could see what had happened perfectly. The medium-sized ship had hit a whale. The impact had thrown the two women from the railing.

Suddenly she remembered Ladasha. She looked back and there she was, coughing and splashing, and doing here best to tread water. She suddenly remembered why Lad had not wanted to go on the cruise in the first place. She couldn’t swim!

Tina swam back as fast as she could, but the cold was already dulling her. She reached Ladasha, and tried to hold her up. It was then she realized: She was going to die if she couldn’t get back to the ship. She began pulling Ladasha towards where the ship had last been, but she was having trouble seeing it. It was over here, no, over there. Tina began to panic. She accidentally swallowed a mouthful of salty water. Coughing, she glanced over at Lad.

“Lad.” Her breathing came hard now.

“Yeah . . . ” Lad was doing worse.

“You know how you were talking about Jesus a minute ago?”

“Yeah.” Tina felt her grip loosen.

“I’d— I’d like to meet him.”

Lad looked up, those green eyes full of strength. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she breathed. “Say this prayer: Jesus, I believe that you came to die on the cross for me and all of my sins. I believe that you rose from the dead three days later. Please come into me. Come into my heart. Thank you for your free gift of salvation, and thank you for saving me.”

Tina did. Ladasha smiled.

The end would come soon. Soon.

Tina felt her grip slip on Ladasha. Her legs were out of energy and she couldn’t even keep herself up anymore. She could hear Ladasha coughing and spluttering beside her, but soon realized that she was sucking in water as well. Everything was a blur. She could her Lad crying out, and then she couldn’t.

Then . . . darkness.

———-

Two days later . . .

Jenna couldn’t stop crying. Her heart was breaking, it was broken, she didn’t care! She had just learned that Tina Runnington had died at sea. The ship had hit a whale, of all things, and Tina and one other girl were tossed overboard and were never seen again.

Why? Why did this have to happen? Why did she have to yell at Mrs. Runnington? If she had kept quiet, perhaps Mrs. Runnington would have had a change of heart and prayed. Why didn’t Jenna’s prayer work? Why did that young, innocent woman have to die??

“Jenna.” She looked up to see Keith. She jumped up and threw her arms around him, sobbing. “Why?” She felt foolish asking the question, but she couldn’t help herself.

“I think there is something you should know.” Keith held her tight. “Before she left this earth, she excepted Jesus Christ as her Savior. You didn’t fail your mission, and you will meet her again someday soon.”

Jenna stopped crying. She looked up and smiled. And then she hugged Keith as tight as she could.

———-

The door quietly closed. She was WAY late, and she knew it. Staci had been out just a little to long tonight. It was one in the morning, and her parents were definitely asleep by now.

She made her way up the stairs and into the bathroom. She knew she was safe, when she heard crying. From her sister’s room.

She walked over to her sister’s bedroom door, and listened quietly. Sobbing, and then “Why?” Staci was saddened, but didn’t know why.

Then, no more crying.

Staci rolled her eyes. No matter, her sister was a little weird at times. She thought about going in to check on her, but decided against it.

Staci went back to the bathroom, took off her make-up, undressed, and snuck into bed. She sighed, and fell into a deep sleep.

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The Angel Whisperer [Pt.4 of 6] – Christianwritr, Cassie Snow

Jenna Warner sat on her bed, pondering her next course of action. The angels had come to her with another mission. This time an angel named Kendall had told her to warn a family that lived across town about an ensuing drama.

The problem was . . . obvious. She couldn’t go out and find the family without her parents, as she was only thirteen. She didn’t want her parents to find out about the angels. Staci wouldn’t help. Hence the problem. How would she be able to find such a family?

She would pray. She did pray. She had been praying. Asking God for help and trusting him for it. Seriously, He wouldn’t give her a mission and then give her no way of completing it. She would just have to wait.

“Jen! Get in the shower!” her mom yelled for the third time. “I’m not going to tell you again, young lady!”

Jenna opened her eyes and went in to the bathroom. Looked at herself in the mirror and grabbed a toothbrush. She brushed her almost yellow, out-of-place teeth for about a minute. That would change soon. She was getting her braces in three months. It sounded fun, but everyone she knew said they hurt. Still, it was a source of wonder for her.  She wondered what she would eat when her teeth were sore. Her mom had said a lot of smoothies, and maybe some milkshakes. Jenna liked smoothies a lot. She could make six or seven different kinds. She liked milkshakes better, probably only because she got them less.

She got into the shower, but here mind wasn’t on the relaxing water. It was on the family she had to find. She couldn’t stop just thinking about them. Well, she could, but her mind returned to them repeatedly. The angel Kendall had come to her last night, and since then she had probably thought of the family ten or fifteen times. Odd how she referred to the family as “the family”.  But she didn’t know what to call it— them. She could make up a name for them, but that would be silly.

“Jenna, come on!” her mom yelled up the stairs. “We’re going to be late for church!”

“Okay mom!”

———-

The morning was a cold one. She couldn’t wait until the car had started. Now they were in church and Jenna was glad to be sipping the complimentary coffee. It was nice and hot. She felt warmer already.

She glanced around the small church. It had really grown in the past three years. The youth group itself grew from thirty to about two hundred kids. The adult service was even larger. The had almost five hundreds adults in the Sunday morning service. But everyone seemed to know each other, which was interesting.

She looked over to the sign in table. The sign in table was for new people only, where the pastor would shake hands with everyone that showed up. There was no line this morning, although sometimes there would be a really long line, depending on what the church was doing that specific day.

There was one family at the sign in table today. The watched them. A man, a woman, and two boys, both looking younger than seven.

She continued looking at them, and suddenly the man turned and stared straight into her eyes. She almost dropped her coffee. Something about him seemed almost familiar to her.

The speaker system burped and announced it was time for service.

During service continued trying to think of who that man was. She ran through her memories, searching for his face. Nothing.

———-

After service her mom and dad stopped to talk to a friend. Jenna looked around, and sure enough, there was that same man. Same family. She stopped. The same family. Family.

She started briskly walking towards him and his wife and kids. They were walking out the doors. She might catch them— it would be close. She walked faster. This had to be the family she was supposed to warn. Right here at church!

She half-ran out the doors, and caught them on the steps. “Hey?”

The mom and dad stopped and turned. “Hello?”

She fumbled her words. This wasn’t good. “Hi, I’m Jenna Warner, I go to this church. Are you, uh, new here?”

The woman spoke up. “Um, yeah. Can we help you?”

Jen: “I’ve been sent by the Lord to warn you that there will be a robbery at your house tonight. You must pray for safety and that the robber will be stopped.”

The mom looked at her husband, who shrugged, and started heading the kids into the car. “Well, Jenna, it’s been nice meeting you, but we have to go home.”

Jenna’s stomach jumped into her throat. She hadn’t had to face with rejection yet. No one had turned her down! And these were Christians of all people! She couldn’t let them leave!

The woman stopped, turned back, and walked straight to Jen. “I believe you Jenna. We’ll pray.” She smiled sweetly, and walked back to the car and got in.

Relief washed over Jenna.

———-

CRASH!

Carla Singleton bolted up in bed. Fear crept up her spine. She leaned over to her husband, who was just waking up. “Did you hear that?”

“She was right,” he moaned. “We prayed, what do we do now?”

“Try getting the gun.” Carla was really scared. What if one of the boys woke up? What would happen? What if the robber came in and hurt someone?

Joshua, her husband, leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry, God is with us. Stay here”

The bed creaked and rose back up as he got off. She could hear him, barely. He snuck past the bed, with something in his hand. It looked like the old shotgun that didn’t work.

She suddenly heard a man yell. Then a crash. Then nothing. Then: “Carla, call the police!”

She got up and walked out into the living room. On the ground lay a man, her husband standing over him with the broken shotgun.

She grabbed the phone.

 

 

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The Angel Whisperer [Pt. 3 of 6] – Christianwritr, Cassie Snow

Dr. Pepper would taste so good right now. Jenna Warner was at the supermarket with her mom. It was about 5 pm, three days after her birthday.

She hadn’t thrown up any more that day, or any other day, for that matter. No one else had gotten sick either. But she did spend the rest of her thirteenth birthday on the couch. They had her party the next day. Staci hadn’t been able to attend. But Jenna did learn that Mrs. Galversten’s grandson had been in a terrible car wreck and survived, despite the impossible odds. He became a Christian afterwards. This had sent Jenna into an energetic, “let’s praise God” mode for the rest of the day. The fact that she had been throwing up and miserable the day before had seemed far away.

Today, at least so far, had been uneventful. She didn’t have to go to school for another two weeks, so that was nice. It also gave her a lot of spare time that she didn’t know what to do with. Which was the reason why she was grocery shopping. Jen hated shopping of most sorts, grocery shopping somewhere at the top of the list. But today had been rather boring. So when her mom asked her to come, she thought Ahn, why not? Might find something to do there. So here she was. Grocery shopping. Say or think the word “grocery” to many times and it begins to sound really weird.

The interesting thing about when Jenna went shopping with her mom is that a lot of things that normally weren’t purchased somehow ended up in the cart. Like ice cream. And Cheezits.

Jenna was thirsty. Hence the Dr Pepper tasting really good. . . now. Her mom had assigned her cart pushing, so that was another reason she could tell her mom she was thirsty. She just might get a free soda out of it. She smiled. Wondered if she was being a pain to her mom. Maybe, just maybe.

She changed her mind. “Mom, I’m gonna go get a drink from the water fountain.”

“Okay, give me the cart. I’ll probably be in the dairy section.”

“K.” Jenna pushed the cart to her mom. Turned.

Her mom spoke up. “Grab some spaghetti. You’ll probably be helping me cook sometime this week.”

“Sure.” She turned and walked toward the water fountain. It was halfway across the store, so it took her a moment to reach it. She leaned over and took in a big gulp of water. Big gulps of water. She was thirsty. She straightened, wiped her mouth and headed back for her mom.

She was halfway back when she noticed a shirt she liked. She stopped to look at the price tag, but it cost way too much, even for Wal-Mart. She turned and there was the biggest man she had ever seen, standing in front of her. He was wearing shining armor. A long sword was strapped to his waist. It only took her a moment to realize who she was looking at.

“Hello.” His voice was deep and rich. “I am Tristan. I have been sent here to tell you what you must do next.”

Jenna’s voice caught in her throat.

“There is a couple in this store. The woman’s mother has been having heart problems. The couple are Christians, but they do not pray for her as they should. Warn them to pray. Tell them to pray, for something bad is happening.”

He held out his hand, and in it was an orb, similar to the one Orock had shown her. The irresistable desire to reach out and touch it came over her. She gave in.

A white cloth covered the old lady. She wasn’t breathing correctly. They were racing her to surgery, but it might be too late as it was. She began moaning, a soft wail, rising and growing in intensity. They burst through the doors with her where the doctor and his good surgeons were waiting…

Jenna gasped. It seemed so real. And from what she could tell, it soon would be. She looked back up at Tristan, but he was gone.

An urgency came over Jenna, much like when she warned Mrs. Galversten. This was worse, because she had to find them before they left the store.

She began jogging, aisle past aisle, searching. Couple. A couple. A couple with a mother who might soon die if Jenna couldn’t find the them.

She ran past yet another couple, but stopped. They were the ones. She began to walk toward them, when her brain started working normally again. She couldn’t do this, she didn’t know these people! What would they think if a girl came up them and told them to pray for some elderly relation of theirs? They’d think her crazy, that they would.

She HAD to do this. She COULDN’T do this! This was madness! Maybe she had just imagined the whole thing. There were no angels, she hadn’t just helped save a life and bring a young man to Christ.

She rubbed her neck. Her fingers brushed the necklace. The necklace. The one real proof to all of this. Besides the angels appearing randomly, this was the only proof she had that she wasn’t just making this up.

Courage began to fill her. She walked, not thinking about what would happen.

The young woman, who looked to be only ten or eleven years older than Jenna, was bending over, looking at something on a bottom shelve.

“Excuse me.” The woman looked up. The man was doing something on his iPhone. He stopped.

“I’m Jenna. I’ve been told to warn you about your—” she looked at the woman, “mother, who has been having heart problems lately. You must pray for her, or I’m afraid something terrible may happen.” See? There, she was getting better at this.

They glanced at each other. The man, presumably the husband asked, “Is this a joke?” Okay, maybe she wasn’t doing as good as she thought.

“No,” she replied with a fierceness in her voice that surprised her.

“O-o-okay. How do you know we won’t just kidnap you or something weird?” The husband who had brown hair, brown eyes, and tan complextion, asked. Interesting how she noticed things like that at a time like this. For example the woman was blonde, had piercing grey/green eyes and was short.

“Because you are Christians,” Jenna replied.

“How do you know so much about us?” The woman finally spoke up.

“God has sent me to warn you.”

The husband: “She’s right. We haven’t prayed for your mother.” He turned to Jen. “You are completely correct. We have not prayed for her mother, even though we probably should have. We’ve just been busy, with the new house, baby on the way. . .” He blinked. “Sorry, sorry. You are right, and thank you for telling us.”

———-

Jenna walked back to her mom, spaghetti in hand.

God was good.

 

 

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The Angel Whisperer [Pt. 2 of 6] – Christianwritr, Cassie Snow

Jenna Warner rolled over. The couch was made of soft and comfy fabric, unlike leather ones. She didn’t like leather couches or seats. Fabric was soft, leather was hard. Fabric was good, leather was evil. Where did that come from?

Feeling the necklace, I realize it is all real. The angels, the mission. Everything. I feel sick. The bell rings for school. I have to go on, act like everything is normal. If I don’t someone may find out. I’m not sure I want anyone to find out. Keith and Orock probably don’t want me to tell anybody either. I feel sick.

She had felt sick. Really sick. But she didn’t know why. She was going to throw up. And she had. Right there, in front of the school. She had gone to the nurse’s office. Threw up again. Her mom had picked her up and drove her home. She had almost barfed in the car. At home she had thrown up thrice more. She felt awful. Now she lay on the couch, a bowl in hand. This was sickness, not some weird result of knowing that God, the Lord of heaven and earth had a mission for you. Although that had a way of throwing you off your feet.

She rolled over, wondering what would happen next. The angels had said something about soon. Soon what? Would they come back and tell her more of what she was supposed to do? Would they heal her of this sickness that racked her body even now? No— that’s what God’s word did. She was supposed to speak it over her body. She did. “Your Word says by His stripes we are healed.” It sounded right.

“How are you doing, honey?” Her mom walked into the room, carrying a Mountain Dew. Her mom was almost literally a twenty year older version of her sister, Staci. Both were blond, blue-eyed, slender bodied women. The difference was that her mom was nice, and Staci really wasn’t.

“Not great. . .” Jenna almost moaned, the pain in her stomach coming back. “My stomach hurts, and I think I might throw up again.”

“Oh, that’s not good. Here, sip this if you are thirsty.” She handed the caffeinated drink to Jenna who began to drink ravenously. “Sip it,” her mom scolded her. “You’ll make yourself throw up again.”

Jenna slowed to a sip, despite the fact that she felt she was dying of thirst. “That’s better,” her mom placed her hands on Jenna.

“Father, we come to you in the Name of Jesus and pray for healing for Jen here. Your Word says that by Your stripes we are healed, and we believe that. Thank you for her healing. In Jesus’s name, amen.”

Her mother smiled. “There.” She got up and started to leave the room. “Just yell if you need anything.”

“Yeah. . .” Jenna rolled over and closed her eyes. Almost yawned. The pain in her stomach was still there, but not as bad. Maybe she had started to get better. Praise the Lord.

Her mom walked back through. Stopped. “Were’d you get the necklace, Jen?”

Jenna’s eyes popped back open. Glanced at her mom. Closed again.  She really wasn’t feeling well. “Mom, this may sound weird but—” That was as far as she got. The pain in her stomach was in her throat by then and she grabbed for her bowl. Opened her mouth. Gagged.

———-

Laying on the couch, Jenna felt refreshed compared to the pain she felt moments earlier. Her mom was in the bathroom, disinfecting her throw-up bowl. She hoped her mom wouldn’t ask about the necklace again.

Staci came into the room. 3:00 pm. School must of just finished.

“What’s wrong with her?” she could make out from the other room.

“She’s sick.” The soft voice of her mother floated quietly though the air.

“On her birthday? That’s too bad. I’m glad I’m not her.” Her sister started to leave. “I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“Where are you going?” Her mother sounded like she was upset.

Staci’s answer was curt. “Out.” She slammed the door shut. She was probably going to go hang on some guy and get drunk again. Maybe smoke a little, sleep around. Jenna was shocked at the thoughts coming from her mind. The next was more shocking and saddening. They probably aren’t so far from the truth. Saddened for her sister, she closed her eyes, considering whether or not she should pray for her. Wondered if it would really help.

Her mom returned with the bowl and gave it to her. She then went into the kitchen. Probably to work on her cake. The cake that she couldn’t eat. The thought disappointed her. She wouldn’t even get to eat her own cake on her own birthday. She would have baked it too. But not now.

She saw her father come in the room and sit down in a chair out of the corner of her eye. “Hi Dad.”

Her father didn’t respond. She looked up and almost shrieked. This was her father. It was Orock!

She immediately tried to stand, but failed. “Orock. . .”

“Shh. . . Jenna. It’s okay.” He smiled. She liked Orock. “Here’s what you must do. You must go next door, and talk to Mary Galversten. Tell her that her grandson her is going to be—” He stopped. He got up and walked over to her. Held out his palm. A small, glowing orb appeared in it. “Here.”

She looked at it, suddenly wanting to touch it. She reach out and did so.

From the passenger seat, she could see everything. The car coming from the opposite side and the truck coming headlong, right at her. The car she was in began to spin. The car continued to spin. She became unsure of which direction she was pointing. The truck. It was in front of her. The car was still spinning.  The car spun. . . the truck stayed on course. . . the car spun passenger-side-first right into the Wal-Mart semi. . .

She gasped. Looked up at Orock. He seemed saddened. “We need you to warn her of this. Her grandson will see what you saw. Tell her to pray for him, but do not tell her why. Oh. . . this has to be done today. Now. Do you accept?”

She nodded. He grinned. “Good. See ya.” Then he was gone.

She began to stand, and felt like barfing yet again. She. . . had. . . to. . . hurry!

She stumbled to the door, feeling the uneasiness in her stomach. Down the front walk. Across the lawn.

Mary Galversten was an elderly woman who lived alone. She had relatives visit her occasionally, and she held a prayer meeting once a week, but other than that, she had no one. Except Jenna. Jenna had befriended her a long time ago. The old woman was an astounding cook, and taught Jenna many things.

Reaching the door of the house of Mrs. Galversten, she stood up straight. Rang the door bell. Waited, feeling bile rise up in her chest. The door opened. There stood Mary Galversten.

“Oh, Jenna, I wasn’t expecting you. We were just in the middle of our prayer meeting. Would you like—”

Jenna, desperate, interrupted. “Your son is in danger,” she blurted out, not thinking about how it might sound to the old lady.

“What?”

“The Lord has told me that you should pray for him. Pray with all your might! Ask you prayer group to pray for him. You must.” She stopped, out of breath.

“Oh dear. Will you come in?”

Jen thought about it, and then shook her head. “Sorry.”

“Are you sure? You could come—”

“No. Pray!” She said earnestly, wishing she was somewhere else. “Now! Please.” She hung her head, not sure how to proceed.

“Okay, sweet-pea. You go along, and we’ll pray.” Mrs. Galversten looked worried, maybe Jenna was getting through to her. She turned to go back in.

“Mrs. Galversten.” The old lady turned back. Jenna hesitated. “Never mind. Pray.”

The elderly woman nodded apprehensively, catching on to the urgency. “I sure will.”

As soon as she closed the door, Jenna raced back for her house, ready to throw up again. As she passed on of the windows of the the old woman’s house, she saw her talking anxiously. Jen stopped and watched. Then, all eight or so of the women kneeled and began to pray.

Jenna felt good. Hopefully she had just help save a life, if what she thought they were praying about was right.

Her stomach didn’t hurt anymore.

The Angel Whisperer [Pt.1 of 6] – Christianwritr, Cassie Snow

Jenna Warner opened her eyes. Blinked. Rolled over. And moaned. Opened her eyes again. Strawberry blond hair filled her vision. She rolled back over and pushed the hair out of her face. And then yawned. Her alarm clock sounded. 5:30  She flicked it off. Dumb machine. She tried to force herself out of bed, but failed. So she tried again. She stood up, and then walked towards the bathroom. She flipped a switch and light flooded her eyes. She blinked and then yawned again.

She turned on the shower. Today was Friday. The last day of school before the Christmas break. It was also her thirteenth birthday. She could hardly believe that she was actually a teenager. It seemed like just recently she had turned ten. She jumped in the shower. She had to wash her hair.

———-

She walked towards the kitchen, feeling refreshed from her shower. There was a box of donuts on the counter. She looked in the box. They were all maple glazed donuts, her favorite. There was one missing.

“Happy birthday, Jen.” Jenna turned, and behind her stood her sister, Staci, who was older by four years. Her sister, who she loved more than life itself. Her sister, who was not a Christian.

Jenna’s parents had raised her and Staci as Christians.  As long as Jen could remember she had been going to church. She had become a Christian at age three, baptized in the holy spirit at five. Staci was just like her. They used to be together all the time, they both loved church and Jesus.

Then Staci had turned sixteen. Around then, she met a boy. That boy was trouble, her father had always said. And he was. He convinced Staci that she was hot, that she didn’t need anyone, that she just had to be herself. And, unfortunately, Staci bought it all.

Jenna missed what Staci used to be like. Staci had been kind and loving, generous and caring. Now, most of the time anyway she was more of . . . a jerk. She only seemed to care about herself. Herself and boys. She had a new one on her arm every week. To be frank, Jenna was tired of it.

“Thanks,” Jenna smiled. “Are they good?”

“Sure are.” Staci winked. Then again, every once in a while, the older sister she used to know would peep through. Jenna loved it when that happened.

She grabbed a donut and went to the bathroom to do her hair. And, really, some boys weren’t all that bad. Well, maybe, one boy wasn’t too bad.

“Jenna!” Her mom yelled at her, from in the kitchen, was what it sounded like. “Come on, you gotta leave!”

Every birthday since she had turned ten, Jenna would walk to school instead of riding the bus. It was one thing she enjoyed. Silence. She had once read a book by C.S. Lewis that stated two things were from heaven. Music and silence. At least that’s what she thought it said. She had read it about a year ago, so maybe that wasn’t right.

She put her hair in a pigtail, raced to the kitchen, hugged her mom goodbye, grabbed another donut, and went out the door.

It was barely light out and chilly, even for the warm winter they had this year. The air felt brisk. Good weather to jog in. She had always want to jog, but never had time to try. Or she had put it aside. Now might be a good time to start. She started walking faster and then picked up a slow jog.

She almost laughed at herself when she realized she was still carrying the donut. Oh well. She took another bite of the donut and ran a little faster. Took another bite of the donut. Thought about running faster, but decided against it, with the donut and all.

She finished the donut and the decided to run faster then. She must have been going a good two-and-a-half miles per hour, working up a sweat, with a cramp, when she heard a BANG! that sounded like a car tire popping. She turned her head for one second.

That one second was all it took to trip over a small crevice on the sidewalk. She fell, couldn’t get her arms around in time, and smacked her head into the concrete.

Blackness. She opened her eyes. That hurt. She wondered if she sustained a concussion. THAT would be worth a laugh someday. She stood, rubbing her forehead. She stopped, hand on her head, and gasped.

Before her stood two men in shining armor. They were very tall, very handsome, and very buff. She fell on her face. Again. Out of respect and fear. What will they do?

The bigger one, who looked to be a leader exclaimed “Rise daughter, fear us not, we are messengers of the Almighty God.”

Jenna stood.

The other spoke. You may call me Keith, and this is my companion, Orock” Okay, so maybe he was a leader.

Keith continued.  “We bring you a—” he paused. “A mission, as you humans would call it.

This. . . mission requires you to tell—” He stopped again. “To warn people what is to happen in the near future.” This he said with a twinkle in his eye. The twinkle left. “There will be a tragedy, but they must pray for the outcome.”

“Why,” she asked, feeling stupid, but continued anyway. “Why must the people pray?”

“Because,” Orock answered, “He has given power to the weak. The Lord is willing, but people need to ask. He has promised His people protection, but those who live away from Him are not under that protection. Plus, it helps us do our jobs.” He smiled.

“O—okay.” Jenna’s voice sounded small. “What must I do? I mean, you said I had to warn someone, but who shall I warn?”

“That is not for now” Back to Keith. “But soon. Your time is nigh.”

Jenna felt a sliver of fear run up her back. How could she do anything like that? Let’s face it, she was small, having barely reached puberty, insignificant, shy, didn’t have many friends, and the one boy she ever thought about liking she was to chicken to walk up to.

Orock: “Do not worry, in your time of fear, God will give you courage.”

He reached over to her, and put a hand on her shoulder. “So you never forget, child.” She touched her neck where she felt a necklace. She hadn’t worn one this morning. She looked down at it, and in a small inscription that she could barely read, it said: “Prayer”

She glanced back up and they were gone.

Blackness. She pushed herself up off the sidewalk. “What a weird dream,” she thought. She rubbed her head, and started walking. She walked the rest of the way to school.

As she was about to enter the school, she scratched her neck. Felt something.

The necklace!

New story

Hey guys! (and girls) I’ve decide to start writing another story! Yes, right in the middle of my Death’s Chronicle story (which by the way, has no end in sight. . .yet) and I’m taking this up as a personal challenge to write two thingies a week. *Note* this really isn’t that hard, except that I can procrastinate and forget what I’m supposed to be doing when I’m supposed to be doing it.

Anyway, here’s the deal: I have a friend who likes to write— no, we’ll just she has a creative mind. But isn’t great at writing those ideas in her head down. So I decided to help her. I told her to come up with a short story and if I liked it, I would write it on my blog.

So. . . she has come up with an interesting story that I think I can use.  I plan on writing it sometime in the next two weeks. In six parts, this is the story of Jenna Warner.

This is the story of the girl who has been given a gift.

This is the story of . . .

The Angel Whisperer.