A Fallen Angel

Well... First of all, I’m the narrator and you shall never know who I am, you don't need to see my outside to know in deep what I am from the inside. I'm going to tell you a story about an angel, a fallen one, to be specific. Don't you worry, he's fallen but he's not mean at all! You must be wondering "why is he fallen if he isn't a bad angel?" and now you must comprehend that intense love can also take you away from your path and it isn’t a bad thing. From the beginning:

Miguel wasn’t very tall, actually, pretty short... Tiny eyes, his skin tone was gold and bright as the colour of his eyes, he would be an ordinary angel, if he didn’t have those beautiful and big wings that could take him anywhere he wanted to. But the most important thing about him is that, besides the beauty, he was usually concentrated in something good, he was always trying to find his love, he didn't want something or someone to call his, he wanted something or someone to fill his empty and good heart and that is when the story begins…

It was a normal day in his life, he was flying around and meeting new people until the moment he saw a pretty girl, but she wasn’t like the others that he had ever seen, those red cheeks and those eyes got him as easily as stealing a child’s candy. He couldn’t let her go without talking to her, he tried to approach several times, but the girl didn’t notice the angel and that made Miguel realise that the girl wasn’t okay, that she wasn’t protected, she needed his attention.

He followed her for fifteen days in a row and he found out that she has always been putting herself in troubles and that she had a secret place, a random place with trees and sand; he also found a way to contact her: he left a part of his feather every day that she was there, but he knew that, by doing that, he would lose his life as an angel and he would become a human and that was what happened. His fall was so big that he also lost his powers, therefore he was a fallen angel without any power, he could be seen but couldn’t be felt… Then, he was the one who needed someone to help him; the girl, for the first time, felt his presence and helped him.

Thus, he learned a lesson with her, he’s never needed a love to see him, he has always needed someone to feel his presence.

This short story was written by one of my students, Rebeca Bivar,

as a way to evaluate the use of the English language

to express her feelings in a creative way.