{"sf1_id":202241,"sf2_id":"AnKyV50e","title":"The Angel I Fear","author":"Sendokidu","words":99,"posted_at":"2010-12-13T16:24:00.000Z","tags":["Angel","Fear","Misery","Tragedy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/202241-the-angel-i-fear","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKyV50e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/12/f0/12f0cab1-bc9b-4e84-bd68-fce785c4c9a4","description":"","content":"Misery, the angel of tragedy, knocks on my door.  \nI open the door, not knowing what awaited me.  \nI gaze at the angel, so pitiful and dreary.  \nShe lifts her head, her eyes locking with mine.  \nShe walks in, wearing such a forlorn face.  \nI walk back, for fear of her intent.  \nShe keeps coming, her hand extended to me.  \nUntil at last I am caught by the wall.  \nShe starts to grin, her skin withering away.  \nShe speaks with a voice that enthralls the gods.  \n\"Come with me, for your world has ended by the rain of tears.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n"}