Angel

• Claire Taylor, Grade 6, Lansdowne Crescent Primary School
• Short Story
• 2019

Excellence Award in the 'Inspired 2019' competition

The angel could have thought of a million different curses to fling into the darkness over her head, but instead, she fell, her fingers grasping at the heavens above her.
She was grazing the stars, her back to the ground, her pure white wings bleeding to black, their feathered tips floating high above her.
Her face, once contorted in rage merged into a calm expression, though, her brilliant blue eyes remained open in shock and disbelief. Her hair spread out in a golden sheet over her, parts of it tinged the deep wine color of blood. The feathers slowly faded to black, her halo withered and fell, the last of her midnight plumage stripped away.
She closed her eyes and a devil fell to her death.