Jenny
702am
Clean and sober house
Trenton, NJ
Phone ringing..........
“Hey Shar,” Jenny spoke loudly ,
“wanna hit Starbucks?"
"Sure."“I’ll meet ya there.”
"I'm already downstairs." Sharon's voice cackled back.
"Hurry up. I need some fuel before class."
“All right, I’m a comin." Jenny yelled across the room.
"Hey wait your photography class isn’t 'til 10.."
“Uh huh! But I wanna hit the political science class before that.”
“Wha…? Political…Never mind." Jenny said. "I'll be right down.”
Throwing on her Victoria Secret wonder bra and matching panties, Jenny squeezed into skin tight blue jeans, laced up her knee high black leather boots, and pulled on a black cashmere sweater. Then grabbing her bag, she ran out the door. Ready to face another day. Sharon was there in her silver convertible Mercedes-Benz. She wore a pink halter top, and a pink mini skirt stretched beyond it's capacity. Silver strap platform shoes and a matching purse completed her ensemble. As usual, she wore way too much make up.If she sneezes, Sharon thought, it could be fatal for her skirt.
“Whoa! You look like you need that coffee more than me hun” Sharon giggled.
Her shoes and purse probably cost more than my entire wardrobe, Jenny thought.
“Long night. I’ll tell you on the way.”
Jenny jumped into the passenger seat, and looked in the car to put on her make up.
"Aaaarf, Aaarf, Aaarf! Growl!"
“Hi Bugglies.” Jenny laughed at rodent faced, little dog,
"You dang rat."
“Hey, it’s not her fault.” Sharon objected.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go. I hate that thing.” Jenny laughed.
“Well I think the feelings mutual.”
Sharon started the car. As they sped down the street, she began regaling Jenny about her previous night's adventures.Jenny had heard it all before. Half listening, she occasionally responded with phrases like "No ways" and "Whoa". Finally they reached a Starbucks, and sat down at a table with a couple of Cafe Lates'.Sharon looked around at the usual crowd of geeks, virgins, and warcrap fanatics who stared back. All of them seemed to recognize her instantly, as if they were mesmerized in her presence.
“Jesus, they act like I'm sex on a stick”, she thought.
"Don't these guys have a life?"
“So what ya gonna do today?" Sharon asked Jenny,
Licking some whip cream from the coffee off her finger. Around them behind laptop screens, several people smiled or shuddered.
“Go see about getting an alarm for the house.” Jenny replied.
Then she told Sharon about the previous night's events.
“Yeah, that should help." Sharon glanced back at the people listening to their conversation. Definitely these losers needed a life, she thought.
"I have to go sit in on this political science class, and see about changing my major.”
“Ummm, political science isn’t exactly your area of expertise, hun.”
“Yeah, but the professor is totally dish! An Arabian sex God." Sharon sighed with dreamy eyes.
“OH I see. A hot guy.” Jenny laughed.
“Yeah. My Arabian prince.” Sharon giggled.
“You don’t even know anything about politics or science, Shar.”
“Uh uh! I know plenty.” Sharon pouted.
“Okay. So who’s the president of the United States then?"
“ That’s easy. It’s aaaaah ... ahhhh.” Sharon gazed up at the ceiling. Her eyes darted back and forth, the brows scrunched in thought.
“OH MY GOSH!" Jenny schreaked.
"I smell smoke. Stop thinking so hard. It's Urma Jenkins.The first woman in the White House." She rolled her eyes.
"Dear Lord!" Jenny shouted
“Yeah, I knew that. And she’s black. I just needed another second.”
“Another second and you would’ve had a stroke” Jenny laughed, nearly choking on her late’.
“Anyways, I'm cute," was Sharon's excuse. "I don't need to be smart."
“Yeah, that usually works. But you know what if that’s not enough?"
“Well, then I got the babies.” Sharon smirked, squeezed her large silicone breasts, and jiggled her babies for everyone to see.
“Nice.” Jenny grinned.
“Hey, I just remembered. There’s some kind of UN peace rally this Friday." Sharon exclaimed, as if she had made a startling discovery.
"You should come, Jen.”
“I might have caught the flyer."
“Yeah, Mohamed Ali is the guest speaker.” Sharon belched as she slurped her iced coffee.
“That’s Muhammad Obijar, sweetie.”
“Yeah whatever, smarty pants. Anyhow, he’s hot."
“Who’s not hot to you, Hun?" Jenny wondered.
“Well for one, these war crap playing, mamas boys. Thirty year old virgins that live with their parent's basement with blow up dolls of me." Sharon laughed loudly, standing up and shaking her posterior for all the mama boys to see.“Gotta go babe." She started to leave.
"Love, peace, and chicken grease."
“Bye hun. Love ya.” Jenny waved as her friend left.
Now off to prison, she thought, to start my class and see him...Gauge.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
~William Shakespeare~
The Tempest.
Television crackles….Female Reporter reads “In world news today the UN announces its world peace talks are to be hosted in New York City under key speaker and Chancellor Muhammad Obijar”. As Russia’s and India’s armies move closer to Israel threatening war.Static breaks……Muhammad speaks “Under my plan for world peace we welcome all brothers and sisters under one banner, the banner of peace. Regardless of race, religion or sex we are all equal and children of this earth. I believe we can all put aside our differences and strive together to obtain our purpose for life”. Crowd chants loudly, “we are one!, WE ARE ONE!”Static break.Reporter continues” As the world economy and its leaderships fall into ruin the UN has obtained unlimited powers to continue to keep the peace with all borders”Static break.Male Reporter states “Tonight on MSNBC will President Jenkins retain her title or will she be impeached for her failures in office? As the United States plunges into the greatest depression in history many say she and this government will fall, that on tonight’s news”Television clicks off
The Heavenly Realm
Colossians 1:16 -17
“For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by him, and for him: And he is before all things, and by him all things consist.” (KJV)
Narrative
In the center of heavens court there lies a pool surrounded by steps on all sides lined with columns known as the “Pool of Sight”. All of Gods angels surround it and watch the realm of earth as the saints that have gone before peer into this pool to see the lives and loved ones they left behind waiting until they can be joined again. The crowd parts around the pool as Michael the archangel walks to the water and leans down closing his eyes he whispers something and touches the water’s surface with his fingers. The water’s surface ripples and the image of the earth begins to form then the image ripples to a small house on a street with a church across from it high up on a hill. What appears to be shadows moving closer surrounding this place. Michael slaps the surface and the image disappears. He stands and nods towards the other angels as they vanish. They are ” Erelim" the courageous or “Custos” the guardians. The highest order of angels Consisting of 7 Lieutenants: Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, Uriel, Raguel, Remiel and Saraqael and legions of powerful warrior angels. Their purpose is to watch over, guide mankind and combat the fallen.
The Void
2 Peter 2:4
For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until the judgment;
At that very moment in a throne room of the void a loud bellowing growl echoes through the halls.
Lucious roars” Why isn’t the Girl broken”?! ,” I told you to break her”!!!!
In a low raspy whisper Glasya-Labolas answers” Forgive me my Lord, the woman’s neighbor awoke and we were chased off, I believe the heavenly host is responsible”
Lucious roars “The Heavenly hosts”?!!!!!,
“Go yourself and take care of this, Incite Murder”!!!
Glasya-Labolas bows and vanishes into a flame. Heading to find Damien his willing host and claim Jenny’s life as ordered.