Angel Elle

“The Had Matter” by Angel Elle

Submitted to Contest #128

“I just don’t understand where this aggression is coming from, Alice. The man has extended an invitation to you, and it’d be rude not to accept. Now, you just march yourself straight up to your room and stay there until dinner’s ready. You’re going, and that’s final.”Alice turned on her heel and reluctantly soldiered to her room, making sure as she went to express her disdain in every way possible; stamping her feet, crossing her arms, heavily sighing and pouting, and muttering such things as, “it’s not fair,” and, “you just don’t under...

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“Whirlwinds” by Angel Elle

trigger warning: alcoholism and one expletive——————————————————————“Today is the day I change,” I tried to convincingly declare. But it was no good. Why would today be any different than the thousands of other  times I’d said the same thing? And each time I’d said it before, I’d truly meant it. Yet, here I sat. It was totally pointless. I had begun to lose the will to even try anymore, and once that was gone, there would be nothing left.No sooner had the thought formed in my mind and the words escaped my lips, I’d single-mindedly f...

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“Fallibility” by Angel Elle

Submitted to Contest #87

If you were to ask me who I am, I would be inclined to lead you astray. Not necessarily for the sake of maleficence, but rather for the joy of mischievousness. You see, I must deceive in order to achieve my objective. It is my inclination and my delight. I mean no harm, and you will take no offense, so long as you are capable of laughing at yourself. But, woe to the one who takes offense. For if you cannot get along with me, you will most certainly learn how to get along without me, unwittingly banishing hope in the process. To forsake the v...

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“Finding Faith” by Angel Elle

Submitted to Contest #86

She glanced at her cell phone for only a moment with the faintest hint of nostalgia on the corners of her lips, but with a fierce fire in her eyes. She spoke not a word, but continued teaching without skipping a beat. The students were none the wiser for the slight intrusion that otherwise went unnoticed. Children have much grander things to trifle over. It wasn’t until much later that day, after the children were gone and the classroom was filled only with the sounds of birds muffled through the thin-paned glass windows, that...

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“Swashbuckling” by Angel Elle

Submitted to Contest #83

In the distance, past the harbor, if anyone had been keeping watch, there would have appeared the faintest of disturbances in the sea; a slight discrepancy from the soft, but pummeling waves crashing onto the rocks that lined it.There in the distance, Robert was clinging to the fated piece of driftwood that had spared his life. Exhausted by the events of the past day, his semiconscious mind was having difficulty grasping the scene of safety in front of him. At first, he had assumed it was a mere mirage, a frequent plague of his rec...

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“SHAM” by Angel Elle

Submitted to Contest #82

Family, welcome to your new smart house. I am your Smart House Assistance Mate. I have been designed with the most up-to-date technological advancements available on the market today. You can speak to me and I will respond in a number of ways depending on your command. I am able to arm and disarm security systems through voice recognition software, which has been specifically calibrated to recognize your personal voice signatures. I can also perform this remotely through the smart app on your phones. I can creat...

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“The Secret” by Angel Elle

Submitted to Contest #79

The Gerber daisies are such a harsh contrast. Why on earth would she have picked those, of all the flowers she could have chosen? It’s Valentine’s Day for Christ’s sake. She could’ve done roses or tulips. Instead, she picks pathetic Gerber daisies. She’s always been a disgrace, but you’d think she would at least have a sense of decorum; show a little respect for the dead.The predictable thoughts they harbored were as reliable as their diligence toward one upping themselves in their blood-lust. They were murderer...

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