Fiction Demo
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Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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standing on the platform in the midst of the crowd, high enough that they can be viewed clearly from all angles, are two figures. Still, as statues, the woman wears a dress, something akin to a bridal gown constructed for a ballerina, white and frothy and laced with black ribbons that flutter in the night air. Her legs are encased in striped stockings, her feet in tall, black button up boots. Her dark hair is piled in waves upon her head, adorned with sprays of white feathers. Her companion is a handsome man, somewhat taller than she in an impeccably tailored black pinstripe suit. His shirt is a crisp white, his time black and pristinely nodded. A black bowler hunt sits upon his head. They stand entwined but not touching, their heads tilted toward each other, lips frozen in the moment before or after the kiss. Though you watch them for some time, they do not move. No stirring of fingertips or eyelashes, no indication that they're even breathing. They cannot be riel. Someone nearby remarks. Many patrons only glance at them before moving on. But the longer you watch, the more you detect the subtle list of motions. The change in the curve of a hand as it hovers near an arm, the shifting angle of a perfectly balanced like each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch. Midnight, the angel stood on a barren hillside on the outskirts of the holy city of Jerusalem. He raised his arms aloft and a dry wind whipped his white robe around him arise Levi, who is called Biff, a world wind formed before him, pulling dust from the hillside into a column that took the shape of a man. Arise, Bif Your time has come. The wind whipped into a fury, and the angel pulled the sleeve of his robe. Across his face arise, Biff and walk again. Among the living. The world wind began to subside, leaving the man shaped column of dust standing on the hillside. In a moment, the hillside was calm again. The angel pulled a gold vessel from his satchel and poured it over the column. The dust washed away, leaving a muddy, naked man sputtering in the Starlight. Welcome back to the living, the angel said. The man blinked, then held his hand before his eyes, as if he expected to see through it. I'm alive, he said in a language he never heard before. Yes, the angel said, What are these sounds? These words you have been given the gift of tongues. I've always had the gift of tongues. Ask any girl I've known. What are these words? Languages. You've been given the gift of languages, as were all the apostles than the kingdom has come. Yes, How long? 2000 years ago, You worthless bag of dog ****, said Levi, who was called Biff as he punched the angel in the mouth. You're late. The angel picked himself up and gingerly touched his lip. Nice talkto A messenger of the Lord. It's a gift, Biff said.