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The Angel Among Us| Chapter 1

Summary:  Virgil was sent down to earth to be the guardian angel of three teenage runaways. He must guide them to safety without revealing his abilities. Otherwise, he would fail his mission, and the ones he was supposed to guide would meet the same fate he did.

Word Count: 1273

Warnings: Death, Mentions of Suicide

Note: I managed to get to a computer! God, I haven’t written a multichaptered thing in so long, I’m so excited.

Virgil was killed in 2004. It was an awful day, one that he would constantly have nightmares about. He spent so long running away before the fateful moment, and it all came to nothing. The ones he was running from caught him and killed him on the spot. Shot through the heart, no chance of survival.

He never used to believe in an afterlife, until he became a part of it. The moment after he died, he opened his eyes. He was in a city, full of bustling people. It was jarring, and Virgil felt himself starting to panic. Calm down Virge. This isn’t real. That’s right, it was just a dream. But still, he died right? What is this place if he’s dead?

A stranger stopped in front of him. Oh no. Virgil hated talking to new people. It also didn’t help that this new person was insanely attractive. The stranger was staring at Virgil. Great, now he looked like a weirdo.

“You look scared. Are you okay?” The stranger stuck out his hand to help Virgil up.

Virgil grabbed the guy’s hand. “Thanks,” he mumbled, “I’m fine.” Virgil forced himself to look at the guy. He looked like a movie star. Dark brown hair, unshaven yet trimmed beard. Yep, definitely attractive. “Um, where are we?”

The guy smiled. “That’s not important.” He paused and seemed to scan Virgil. “You look sick.” Virgil didn’t feel sick, but maybe it was just the shock of waking up in a new place. “I’ll take you back to my place.” Normally, Virgil would refuse, but he just wanted to get out of the streets. So he followed this man, still not knowing what was going on.

Virgil supposed that he was disassociating, because the next thing he knew he was in front of a large mansion. There was a crowd of people in front, hoping to get in. The guy he was following paid no attention to them and walked right up to the front gates with Virgil in tow. He pretended not to hear the whispers of the others. Why did he choose him? I can’t believe this guy gets to be a guardian. Virgil didn’t know what they meant.

The inside of the house felt very stereotypical. A larger foyer with a staircase on either side, leading up to a balcony-like second floor. The guy led him upstairs to an office-like room.

“Take a seat, Virgil.” How does he know my name? “Let me introduce myself. I am God, but I go by Abraham. You are in heaven, and you died.” He paused to let the truth sink in.

I… died? That can’t be true. If I died, how am I experiencing this? Isn’t heaven supposed to be on a bunch of clouds? Why does it look like a city? Oh god, I’m actually talking to God. This can’t be real. It’sjustadreamthiscan’tbereal. Virgil started to breathe faster.

“Woah, woah, calm down. Look at me.” It took Virge a minute to realize that Abraham was trying to calm him down in an actual way. He followed his instructions, and soon enough Abraham could continue talking.

“This is my home. Not many people have been personally invited here from me. The only ones who have had a special task assigned to them.” He took a breath. “I gave them the task of Guardian Angel. It’s given to those who have had an unfair death, to prevent others from dying in the same way.”

“So… you want me?” Virgil couldn’t believe it. All his life he was never wanted for anything good. Now the actual God was sitting in front of him, telling him that his death was horrible, and he was being given a sort of second chance.

“Yes.” Abraham looked through some papers on his desk. “The truth is, Virgil, humans have stopped going by my will. I never intended for them to be so cruel, especially towards each other. I normally give the Guardian Angel task to those who have died from hate crimes. They died too young for an unforgivable reason.”

Virgil remembers learning about hate crimes. They would happen to people of different skin colors, different genders, different sexualities. The list would go on and on. Virgil knew which category he fell into.

“You’ll have to undergo intensive training, but you’ll learn skills that other angels don’t get. You’ll be able to heal, mind read, read emotions, and others. The task I have for you will be extremely challenging, but you’ll be saving lives. Are you up for it?”

Virgil thought about it. Would he be able to do this? He didn’t believe so at first. He wasn’t athletic, and his anxiety disorder got in the way of things. But still, he didn’t want others to face the same fate as him. He wanted to do this. “Yes, I am,” he said with confidence, which shocked him, “I don’t want others to suffer the same fate as me. I want them to be able to live.” Virgil’s voice sounded different to him. It had more conviction. Maybe that was a sign that he was changing.

Abraham smiled. “Good, the last few I chose declined. The Guardians were running low.” He stood up, and Virgil took this as a cue to stand up as well. “I’ll assign you a roommate, and you’ll meet them tomorrow. For now, you can sleep in the guest bedroom here.” He grabbed Virge’s hand and shook it firmly. “Welcome to the team, Virgil Sanders.”


Virgil died 13 years ago. Since then, he gained new powers and confidence. He was ready to go back to earth to protect others. Well, almost.

“You’ll do fine.” His roommate David was sitting on his bed with him. He had panicked about his task, and she was trying to calm him down.

“What if they don’t listen to me?” Virgil had to lead the group to safety, but he wasn’t a good leader. He was too shy to speak up.

“Why wouldn’t they? You have your fake backstory right? They’ll probably listen to you because you have more experience.” David was good at reasoning to calm him down. It usually helped, but Virgil’s brain would not listen today.

“I’m not sure if I can do this.” He had a pit in his stomach, and it was only a week before he has to leave. “Oh god, what if they get hurt, or sick, or worse? I won’t be able to react rationally, David. Why did Abraham pick me for this?” Virgil put his eyes on his knees, trying to stop himself from crying.

“Virge, look at me.” David’s voice was soothing. He picked up his head. She took his hands in hers. “You’ll be fine. I can only speak from my experiences, but it’s so much easier than you think. It’s likely that they’ll be desperate for interaction that they’ll cling to you almost immediately.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Virgil mumbled, “your client was suicidal.”

David went silent for a moment. “You don’t know what’s up with these kids. They very well might be suicidal too. Just, please,” David looked right into his eyes, “don’t do what I did.”

Virgil could easily feel the tension in the air. David didn’t like to bring up her client. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“It’s fine; I know you’re stressed.” She moved to get up. “I mean it when I say this, you’ll be fine. You tend to panic over nothing. You’ll get these kids to safety, Virge.”

Virgil didn’t completely believe her words, but he still had a week to go.

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"Didn't you hear me? I told you to shut up!" Wilford to the Host

“Didn’t you hear me? I told you to shut up!”

The words were yelled by Wilford in the middle of the meeting as the egos argued amongst themselves, with the Host muttering under them all.

“Always muttering, narrating! Can we not get a little peace?!” Wilford continued angrily, his hands in fists, “It’s all giving me a headache.”

Dr Iplier goes to argue against how Wilford is speaking to the Host, but Dark stands before he can.

“Take a breath and leave the room, Wil.” Dark snapped, and his tone gave no room for argument. Wilford stalked from the room. “Are you okay, Host?”

“The Host is fine.” Host murmured, “The meeting should continue.”

“There’s no point without Wil.” Dark shrugged, “You’re all dismissed.”

Dr Iplier jumped to his feet, “You’re not going to allow Wilford to get away with this are you?!” He demanded.

The Host laid a hand on Doc’s arm. “Dr Iplier does not need to worry himself, the Host is okay.”


“Wilford will be dealt with.” Dark confirmed, “As the Host sees fit.”

Host was silent, prompting Dark to leave. Dr Iplier followed him when he left to find Wil.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” He asked.

“The Host will be fine. Dr Iplier does not need to come, it would be best for the Host to talk to Wilford Warfstache alone.”

The doctor did not look happy, but he nodded and watched Host walk away. He found Wil on the roof, shooting at a target in anger. He sensed Host coming but did not stop shooting.

“Is Wilford Warfstache okay?” Host asked softly.

“Fine.” Wil grunted, “Just fine.”

“The Host understands the meetings can be very overstimulating. The Host would like to apologise for adding to that.”

Wil shook his head, running his hand through his hair. “I should be the one apologising Host. I know you can’t help narrating as you do. It’s a difficult time of year.”

Host approached Wilford and gently put a hand on his shoulder. They stood there together until it went dark and Wil’s stomach began to growl.

“How about I make us some food.” Wilford suggested.

Nodding, Host smiled and linked his arm with Wil so they could walk back inside, all annoyance forgotten.


In a world that feels increasingly unstable, confusing, and hate-filled, we continue to do extraordinary things every day. And it doesn’t have to be an extraordinary thing. Even the smallest thing that brings you joy is a huge victory against the injustices of the world. 

We get out of bed every day. We hug our pets. We laugh. We fall in love. We do meaningful work. We create supportive communities. We listen to music that makes us feel like someone else knows how we feel. We reach out to others so they don’t feel so invisible. We create. We take risks that make us feel alive. We speak up and speak out. We try, and sometimes we fail. We make funny things on the internet. And maybe most importantly, we continue to be kind.

I believe love can be felt and received even in the simplest, kindest word. Love exists between people who will never meet, and that can never, ever be taken away. I am grateful for all of you, and send so much love. Be kind, be kind, be kind. 

I’m Reading The Body

I’m reading the body
of your paragraph-
reading the body’s messages
and gestures.
I’m reading between the crevices
and best curves.
I am reading,
Where lines meet and form complex words.
Scouting (observe) read contents swerved.
Emerge, terse but don’t contempt curse.
Look first
expect worse.

Watch me now as I connect verbs,
nailing visions in content verse.
Reading poetry til my neck hurts,
failing missions til neglect works.


Everyone meet Aeschynite, a mineral named for the Greek word for “shame” because some people studying it had a hard time distinguishing between titanium and zirconium

I wish I had more time with you;
I wish I could remember exactly how you hugged me;
I wish I could remember how it felt to have my arms around your waist, head pressed to your heart;
I wish I could remember the sound of your voice and how you said my name;
I wish I had taken time to savor your sweet aroma;
I wish time would’ve frozen so I could’ve gazed into your eyes and counted every color, memorized every detail of your face;
I wish I could replay it all over again so I could go back and remember every bit of you,
Because it all went by so fast,
It was all just a blur,
I didn’t have time to savor the moment and before I knew it, you were walking away.
I just hope we meet again before I forget you completely.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 63
“My Serendipity”

#NewGodSquad | Actual dysfunctional family


he’s so sweet??? i’m crying??? i’m in love??? (c)