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Motorcycles and the Devil

Hello everyone! I promise this post isn’t as condemning and horrible as it sounds. I want to start this post off with a story. As I have mentioned in posts before, I work with the public on a daily basis. The other day a man came in to my job. He was very nice and very polite but what I did notice was his biker vest and his shirt which was something about an uphill climb competition. The climb competition’s name is what interested me. It started with either devil or satan or something along those lines. The man’s tattoos as well were demons and satan and symbols usually connected with evil. This got me thinking about the Hell’s Angels and why so many things that have to do with motorcycles seem to have a devil or evil connection. So I decided to look up some history.

First, Hell’s Angels. The Hell’s Angels started in California and the name came from fighter squadrons in World War I and II. So I decided to do some research on these squadrons.

So the squadron’s official name, according to what I found online, was the AVG 3rd pursuit squadron. They came from a deal between the US and china. The deal was kept secret so the US could continue to seem indifferent or neutral to use the author’s words. There were used to protect China’s road to Burma but, a more notable history, they were brought into the Army Air Forces after Pearl Harbor.

There was also a note, on one of the sources, that a couple different motorcycle clubs named the hells angels all popped up around the same time so I’m going to assume that the name is a coincidence.

I would like to wrap this article up with a quick note about one per center motorcycle clubs that I found while doing my research. Apparently a one percenter motorcycle club is a motorcycle club where they are considered outlaws and involved in criminal activity. It is meant to portray that less then 1% of all motorcycle gangs are involved in criminal activity. The term originated as a defense against the notion that all motorcycle gangs are violent and connected to crime.

Thanks for reading! I know this was a bit long but I had a good time writing it and learning new things. Thanks for all the support!

 

Sources:

https://auto.howstuffworks.com/hells-angels1.htm

http://www.gibson-barnes.com/prod-294350/Avg-3rd-Pursuit-Squadron-Hells-Angels.html

https://onepercenterbikers.com/sons-of-satan-mc-motorcycle-club/

https://www.reference.com/vehicles/1-percent-motorcycle-club-fc82ced996b51c3a

 

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Writing Prompt Short Story

an angel meticulously plans a criminal act with a monster

Ok so above is my writing prompt and below will be the story. I decided to try something new. If any of my followers have any writing prompts that they’d like me to use to write a short story let me know in the comments! Thank you!

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Sabella paced back and forth. Well I guess hovered would be the better term as her wings were fluttering at the speed of light and keeping her floating above the ground. She looked at the old and rusted clock on the wall for the thirtieth time in the past five minutes. “Where is that stupid troll?” she thought out loud. She shouldn’t even be here. She should be lounging on a cloud and pouring rain through the western hemisphere. Not here in this dirty, old, abandoned train station waiting to help a troll rob the palace.

Finally she heard shuffling through the halls. The green troll rounded the corner. At 8 feet tall, he had to duck under the ancient arches. His skin was scaly and rough and he had a slimy ooze running down his body at a steady rate. He walked towards Sabella at such a slow rate that she started hovering even higher as her anxiety grew. Each second longer that she was there she got more anxious. Constantly looking around and even up to make sure no one was there. Finally Glert, the troll, got to Sabella and looked up at her. She immediately launched into a million questions.

“How did it go? Did you talk to the council? Did you explain exactly what we were doing? OhMyGod are we really DOING what we’re doing? Should we not do what we’re thinking about doing? How’s my brother? Did you see my brother? Oh God what if they don’t even HAVE my brother? Are you sure they have my brother?” She finally took a deep breath and stopped her tirade, looking at Glert expectantly.

He very slowly blinked before simply replying, “Are you ready?” In a loud and brutish voice.

Sabella deflated. It was apparent she wasn’t going to get any answers out of Glert.

“Yes, yes I..I suppose we better go.”

She followed Glert out of the train station and into the dark night. Right in front of the palace. “Are…are you sure there isn’t anything you and your brother would like more than the royal jewels? A shiny precious stone perhaps…from a river? An unguarded river even?”

Glert just grunted and kept moving forward. Sabella sighed and waited for Glert to do his part in this heist. As he started throwing rocks at the palace, Sabella glided into the palace through the door that the guards left open as they ran after what they thought were children. She just hoped Gert didn’t hurt them….or worse. She glided silently and invisible through the palace and took the royal jewels, easier than a kid reaching into a cookie jar. As per their plan she left the palace and returned to the abandoned train station. There she found Glert already waiting…covered in blood.

“Oh…oh did you have to kill them?” Sabella cried. She collapsed to the ground holding her heart. The death of humankind always pained her.

Glert just grunted again. “Jewels.”

“Wha..oh, oh right. Very well. That’s all you care about. All you wanted anyway.” Sabella threw the jewels at Glerts feet. He picked them up gingerly. The most gentle movement Sabella had ever seen him make. After inspecting them for a minute he nodded and seemed satisfied.

Sabella spoke up, “Now…now that I have upheld the part of my bargain, I want my brother back.”

Glert looked at her for a moment before nodding. He started walking deeper into the tunnel and Sabella took is as a sign to follow. She followed Glert to a big iron door that she hadn’t known was there. Glert knocked 5 times in a rhythmic pattern and the door opened. Inside she couldn’t see anyone or anything that had opened the door. In here were more doors than she could ever imagine. Gert led her to a tall heavy one that looked enchanted. As she approached she felt herself getting weaker. The enchantment was to suppress magic. Gert opened the door and stood aside.

Sabella looked hesitantly inside. “Gabriel?” she called into the room. Her voice echoed letting her know how large the room was. She took a couple more steps in and suddenly the door clanged shut behind her. She immediately rushed back to the door and started banging on it.

“Glert! Glert! Open the door! We had a deal!” she screamed. She yelled and yelled but the door stayed shut. She walked to the back of the room and searched around. It was big and round…and extremely empty.  She got to the last corner of the room and gasped. There, on the floor, was her brother Gabriel. He was dead. She sobbed and fell against the floor. Facing the same fate as her dear brother.

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Sabella looked hesitantly inside the large room. “Gabriel, are you in there?” She heard no response. Her voice echoed letting her know how large the room was. She looked back at Glert who stood motionless and hesitantly took a few more steps into the dark room. Immediately she heard the heavy metal door shut behind her.

“Glert! Open the door! Please! We had a deal! Please, I just want my brother back!”

Suddenly through the small space in the door her brother, Gabriel appeared.

“Gabriel! Oh I am so happy you’re ok! Please, open the door so we can get out of here and go home!” She cried with relief. They’d finally be going back home. After a moment though she realized the door wasn’t opening. She looked at her brother still standing there.

“Gabriel…why aren’t you opening the door? Please!”

Gabriel turned away from her, “I am sorry sister…goodbye.”

The small opening in the door was shut as Gabriel walked away.

“NO! No Gabriel please! Come back! Please!” Sabella sobbed, banging against the heavy door. She pounded at the door, the tears flowing freely. After what seemed like ages she slid down onto the cold hard floor. She would never escape from this room.

*************************************************************************************So that’s my story for the writing prompt, I hope you all liked it. I couldn’t decide which ending I liked better so I decided to put them both up. Let me know in the comments which you liked better! And, as always, have a good night!