There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. No fights, no murders and not even any car crashes. Well, We're going to have to do something about this. Scouting out some cars from the top of a skyscraper, I close my eyes and picture the two vehicles crashing. Hearing the sound of the two cars skidding as they lose control, fills me with joy. The horns blasting. I open my eyes and smile just as the two cars hit. The scraping, high pitched noise of metal scraping against metal sounds just like the shrill scream of a banshee. The most beautiful sound in the world that I have ever heard. Grinning in satisfaction, I take one last look of the disaster I left behind before flying off looking for more trouble to cause.
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Fallen Angels
Short StoryTwo fallen angels, one good and one bad, try to figure out why they were banished from heaven.
