Transaction: 0a5d6fdc946ff00c118b04295520ee751e66a18b

Included in block 20,422,172 at 2018/03/05 23:20:18 (UTC).

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transaction_id 0a5d6fdc946ff00c118b04295520ee751e66a18b
ref_block_num 40,455
block_num20,422,172
ref_block_prefix 3,311,232,983
expiration2018/03/05T23:30:12
transaction_num 27
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"parent_author":"",<br>"parent_permlink":"frewrite",<br>"author":"honeydue",<br>"permlink":"wings-of-angels-freewrite",<br>"title":"Wings of angels (freewrite)",<br>"body":"The chimes faded in the deathly ghost voices of angels,<br> which nobody could hear. Except for her. And it was strange and frightening at the same time. Nobody tells you this \u2013 of course,<br> how could they know \u2013 but angels have piercing,<br> sad voices. \nThere's great pain hanging down the wings of angels and they shriek and scream and blame all their troubles on your lost ears. \nThere's nothing you can do,<br> but they don't want to hear that. Nobody does. Except for you. But it doesn't do you any good,<br> because you're stuck with them,<br> listening to them,<br> to the allfathers of all your power,<br> the very thing that gave you strength. You can't be such a renegade so as to shrug them off.\nSo you listen.\n\n![witch-2816394_960_720.jpg (https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmXmWBLb5PewHqKiVgpvX4LrrzTuLknQJb6CHZoLifd54Y\/witch-2816394_960_720.jpg)\n*[Image (https:\/\/pixabay.com\/en\/witch-gothic-goth-dark-fantasy-2816394\/)*\n\nOnly you don't,<br> really. Because you're not her. You don't listen because you cannot listen,<br> you cannot hear the death cries of the ghosts and the pain of seraphims,<br> so you are useless. She listens to them as she watches. She watches.\nShe watches\nShe watches and sees a hunched human,<br> sitting over a glass screen,<br> much like she sits now hunched over her glass bowl and the mortal reads of the angels and she cries as she sees this,<br> because the human can't ever know what it's like to speak with the angels. \nAnd she rages and screams.\nShe picks the bowl up and slams it on the floor and the bowl breaks in a million glass pieces and she crashes over the glass and wishes the glass would pierce her soft skin and make her gone.\nBut it doesn't.\nThe glass only grows back together,<br> reappearing on the table,<br> leaving the young witch untouched.\nAnd she gathers herself up and sits down at the table,<br> with her pained,<br> tear-streaked face. \n\nAnd now,<br> the last of the witches lends her ear once again to the cries of angels.\n\n\n#### Prompt word : witches; part of @mariannewest's 5 Minute Freewrite Challenge.",<br>"json_metadata":" \"tags\":[\"frewrite\",<br>\"story\",<br>\"blog\",<br>\"fiction\",<br>\"writing\" ,<br>\"users\":[\"mariannewest\" ,<br>\"image\":[\"https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmXmWBLb5PewHqKiVgpvX4LrrzTuLknQJb6CHZoLifd54Y\/witch-2816394_960_720.jpg\" ,<br>\"links\":[\"https:\/\/pixabay.com\/en\/witch-gothic-goth-dark-fantasy-2816394\/\" ,<br>\"app\":\"steemit\/0.1\",<br>\"format\":\"markdown\" "
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