Subject: [Forging_Ghost] Drabble: God's Waiting Room Date: Fri, 30 Apr 2004 22:20:55 -0700 From: "Janet L. Frye-Stottmann" Ok, here is the first drabble of the challenge. This is for our wonderful List Daddy, Ghosts Forge. It's good to be the List Daddy. Also, he is one of the best feedbackers ever, so it's easy to write something for him. I thought I would try to do one a day, but I only have 3 more requests. So get them in people! GF, I hope this is what you were looking for. I made it fit in 200 words, but it was tough. Drabble for Ghost's Forge Word count 200 God's Waiting Room Four creatures sat, waiting, needing to decide. One man, long dark hair practically hiding his face. "Never were worth much, Da always said so," his counterpart growled. The demon, darkness swallowing his eyes, hardening his beauty. "At least I could love. All you ever loved was blood and death," the human with his face spat. A blonde, his blue eyes hidden behind small glasses. "Stupid, poncy momma's boy," his demon snarled. A monster with bleached locks and a scarred brow. "She loved me and would have killed you. You were the one beneath her." Wesley had translated the prophecy wrong...again. Shanshu wasn't for Angel or Spike alone. It was for them both and they had achieved it. They had averted the apocalypse. Not an apocalypse...THE apocalypse. Lindsey was right. It was worse than the Master, Glory, The First and Jasmine combined. And they had overcome. Their reward? They could become human and forget everything before or return as they were, except truly eternal, as though they both had a Gem of Amarra imbedded in their bodies. Could they forget and lose what they'd been? No. They would return as they were. Bound by history, blood and lore. Bound by love. ~~The End~~