Every month, the Creative Writing Club selects a prompt, and each member writes their own story. January’s prompt was to write a story “about a person who is suffering from angelic possession.”

Haley Yarborough, a sophomore at BUHS and member of the Creative Writing Club, wrote a fantastic and sweet story based off of this prompt. Check it out down below!

Be sure to read more stories and poems written by students at broncowriters.com!

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Cookies

Haley Yarborough

James Mcdevor was far from the nicest student in Mormont High. Some could say he was even the bully, the classic teenager that pulled a wedgie on one of the freshmen every once in a while. But that would be a large understatement to explain the attitude of Juvenile James and his friends.

The young man was demeaning and heartless, never knowing the limit to his actions and frankly, not caring. Most avoided him, afraid of his tall and lengthy figure that shadowed every hallway he walked down. With his group of minions behind him, James was nearly unstoppable.

Well, that was until the day after Valentine’s Day, when the young man stole a plate of Cookies from one of his fat classmates. Amy was her name, a girl considered to be one of the sweetest in the school despite the demeaning comments she received for her weight.

“Stop your complaining Amy” James sneered “you already have enough fat on those bones”

As the poor girl cried, James took two large bites of a sugar cookie and promptly began to shove the rest in his backpack.

“You didn’t-didn’t” Amy stuttered

James opened his smooth to reply with a snarky remark but his voice seemed to lodge in his throat, his head clouding with something strangely light.

“What was in that cookie?!” James stammered as he stumbled towards a desk to sit down. His hands latched onto his forehead, an unheeding pressure growing at the base of his skull.

“Sugar, eggs-“ Amy began to ramble as James nearly fell sideways.

Her voice became more distant every moment that passed until he could only hear the fear underneath her breath. Do I scare her this much? James could not help but wonder. He tried to shake the feeling of guilt away, but with his head pounding and heart beating alarmingly fast, James could not help his brain that turned every which way.

“I-I have to go” He managed to say, grabbing his backpack and stumbling towards the doorway.

Every step after was hesitant as if James had a sudden impulse to turn back and return Amy’s cookies. He tried to wash away the feeling that grew every moment that passed but no matter how much he pushed the guilt away, it kept returning, demanding to be felt.

James managed to find the bathroom and throw himself towards the sink before his strange impulses took over. Lapsing the water across his sweaty face, the young man ran his hands through his hair and stared at his reflection.

He knew something was strange the moment his eyes stared back at someone nearly unrecognizable. Sure he was still tall and lengthy, but his face no longer held that heir of coldness everyone felt when he walked by.

“You okay man?” A voice rose from the silence.

James turned around, wild eyes landing on a shorter boy. “Fine. What about you?” He blurted before second thoughts could stop him.

“I’m good yeah-“ he paused as recognition washed across his features “you’re James? Right?”

James only nodded, thoughts heavy with much more than the vexing boy behind him.

“Oh man-“ He began

“Jeremy” James cut in, jaw clenching “please leave”

Jeremy could not explain his shock and frankly, James could not either. How did he know his name?. Yet the shorter boy did not stick around to ask the moment James passed an intimidating glare in his direction.

When at last the lengthy boy was left in silence, he collapsed onto the bathroom floor, a strange pain erupting between each shoulder blade. It came to grow and grow until James nearly cried out from the sharpened agony. The feeling was unexplainable as if someone was stabbing his back from the inside out.

He twisted his arm and felt below the base of his neck, hands grasping something silken and feathered.

“What the-“

Before James could curse another pain shot through his back and sent him writhing on the ground once again. He was unsure of how long the laid their, twisting uncontrollably before managing to pull himself towards the bathroom sink.

He was not shocked to see his sickly pale skin and tired eyes, only left breathless from the two feathered wings attached to his back.

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Amy was disappointed that James stole her cookies earlier that day. She had forgotten lunch and hoped to share some with her friend Nancy on their short break. But of course, that stupid and juvenile boy always managed to find a way to ruin her day.

She frankly was tired walking home now, not only because she had forgotten lunch but because the entire day had been a mix of snarky comments and insults. Thankfully James had disappeared for the remainder of her classes, saving her some time to actually enjoy herself. Yet she could only suspect her happiness would last so long.

She did wonder if the demeaning boy was okay after that abrupt scene in AP English. Something strange occurred when she made the cookies the night before but she doubted or rather hoped the effects would not be detrimental. Then again she would enjoy watching James cry every once in a while.

Amy’s thoughts continued to linger on these strange hopes and maybe one-day realities as she continued down the narrow sidewalk. Passing houses block by block, she at last arrived at her own, somewhat relieved that her day was done. But before she could step towards the walkway cutting through her yard, she paused.

Sitting on the steps near her door was no other than James Mcdevor, tall and strange as ever. She would not have been left so breathless if two white wings, long and feathered loomed over each of his shoulders.

Amy even tried to rub her eyes, wondering and hoping this was some figment of her imagination. But after several strange shakes of her head and fluttering of each eye, the sweet girl was left with the same picture. She thought about turning around and running the opposite direction, entirely puzzled of what she had witnessed. But the closer she looked, the more she came to see his face held no intention of hurt. He looked rather lost and desperate for someone or something.

“James?” Her voice barely a whisper as she took a few small steps forward.

He smiled unlike any other she had seen his lips draw before “Amy. How are you?”

Her eyebrows raised, steps faltering “you have wings”

His head arched backward “Oh yeah…those”

“How…” Her eyes grew wide “How is this even-“

He sighed “It’s a long story”

“Well…why are you here?”

He unzipped his backpack, pulling out a plastic container of sugar cookies.

“I brought back your cookies”