So this is my first real attempt at a story. I've always wanted to write something for this site but never knew quite what to say. I will try to post on a weekly basis if this first chapter is liked.
Also I would like to know what you want to see in this story. I don't promise to include all of your suggestions but I will include the ones that inspire me.
Standard disclaimers: All characters are fictional any resemblance to real people is purely coincidence. All characters are 18 or older. Finally, if you are under 18 or it is prohibited by law for you to read this please leave now.
And without further ado...
Alex's Angel – Chapter 1: The Beginning
It was once said that to steal an angel feather would bring great misfortune on a person.
---70+ Years Ago---
"THIEF!!!" The voice boomed,
"No...no...I was...I...I found it! I didn't steal it."
"You stole what was to be given. You almost had The Gift but impatience has ended that. You and your family are cursed."
"No, please I thought you loved me?!?"
"I did," said the voice sadly, "because of that love your descendents will have a chance at forgiveness. A boy of your line will find forgiveness for your family. But you...you who have stolen will die never knowing that forgiveness. Farewell Alexander."
---Present Day---
"Wake up you piece of shit" The fog in my mind started to lift when I heard those dreaded words. I knew that if I couldn't get myself up I'd be kicked, but it was to hard to claw my way out of the fog.
"Hun your food is ready. I'll get him up."
'That's mom's voice'
he thought thanking whatever god took pity on him today.
"Fine, get your boy up and out. I'm not dropping him off if he misses the bus. He can walk."
She crouched down near my mattress and whispered, "Alex, love time to wake up. I hid breakfast sandwiches for you and Tommy in your bag. Hurry or you'll miss the bus."
Finally awake he gave his mom a hug. "Mom, why are you here? I thought you had to work mornings all this week."
He caught her wince even though she tried to hide it, "I'm not gonna work as much from now on love. Mr. Walters said he couldn't afford to keep me on at the hotel."
"Oh mom..."
"Don't worry about me." She cut him off handing him a newspaper wrapped bundle. "Here a late birthday gift. I know it's late but Bill would be to suspicious if I had given it to you any closer to the day." He realized then that he had been 18 for more than a month...
At least he hasn't kicked me out yet.
he thought.
She bustled out of the small room with only a glance back when she got to the door.