Angel Whelan
Bio
Angel Whelan writes the kind of stories that once had her checking her closet each night, afraid to switch off the light.
Finalist in the Vocal Plus and Return of The Night Owl challenges.
Stories (99/0)
Say My Name
I made it to the street this time. My feet burned as I traipsed through the slushy gray ice. The wind whipped around me, numbing my ears and tearing at my nightdress with icy fingers. I turned left, though the darkness had me disorientated… no longer sure which way would take me home. If home even existed anymore. At any rate, it didn’t matter, because within minutes I was captured.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
Deadly Justice
“The ratings don’t lie – we’re losing viewers by the thousands each week. If it keeps up we’ll be off air for good!” Kramer paced up and down like a raging bull in front of the team, the effect somewhat weakened when he paused to check out his own reflection mid-strop.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
Eat The Rich
The Inter-Galactic Review Board were looking over the latest candidates for admittance into the Universal Alliance of Higher Beings. They were running somewhat behind schedule, a recent influx in intelligent life from within the Milky Way galaxy all meeting the criteria within the span of a few Millenia.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
CeeCee
I was only four when it happened. I remind myself of that, when I can’t sleep at night – how little I was. I want to think that I was innocent, but the darkness drags me down. Some days it fills me completely, my blood thrumming through my veins like the somber drumbeat at an execution. Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
Death of the School Librarian
I haven’t thought about it in twenty years. I guess I blanked it from my mind – it was easier to forget than to wonder what really happened that day. I wish I could put it aside forever, but now it gnaws at me, keeping me awake until the small hours, forcing me to type out my version of the events.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
What About Kai?
Don’t look at the barn! That’s it, just drive on past, don’t think about it! I pressed my foot harder to the pedal, taking the corner fast enough to earn a gasp from Lindsey and Katy. The old road was just as rutted as I remembered it, and as the Simmond’s farm disappeared in the dust behind us, I reduced my speed. I realized I’d been holding my breath. Coming home was always emotional.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
The Bludding
The Gathering happened only once a decade. We traveled over mountains or along winding fjords, only the elderly and the women with suckling babes left behind. I was a swaddling bairn the last time, so this was my first Gathering, and I had talked about nothing else for weeks.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction