Calvera Short Story

The people of Calvera sat on the cold, jaggad, concrete of the street curb, shivering as the December wind blew, and pulled their raggedy blankets closer to them. The drums started and only moments after, out of the dense fog came the marching soldiers; or as we call them in Calvera, the Marchers. The all too familiar drum beat. Dun, dun dun dun dun. Dun, dun dun dun dun. Dun, dun dun dun dun. The beat of the perfectly synced marching with the even more perfectly synced drum beats caused people to sob loudly, wailing and screaming. Those who had loved ones held them close, pulling the blanket around them or crying into them. The people of Calvera know well that they should say their goodbyes now, because some people will never be seen again …show more content…
You know what day it is?” The sounds of crying and wailing ceased, and murmurs of “yes, yes” came from the streets. And sadly, we did know what day it was, and what was to happen. “This is the day of the Fallen Angel! The day the Angel fell from Heaven to Hell, where it became a demon and fled to Earth, taking form of a human! These are the people that Calvera has voted to be the Fallen Angel, so let us kill them and see if one of them is the Fallen Angel!” Every year, the same thing. One thousand years ago an angel fell from Heaven, taking form of a human and crawling around Earth. The realm votes on who they think is the Fallen Angel throughout the year. They write down the names of who they think is the Fallen Angel on ballads, and give their reasoning. If somebody is caught lying about their reasoning, they’re killed in front of all Calvera, but it’s rare that one would lie about it.Then, they place their votes in the Edest Box, that is located in the Center Building in the - surprise, center of Calvera. If somebody has more than fifteen votes they are taken to the Keep, where tests are run and people are tortured. Nobody is ever the Fallen Angel, it’s just a way to kill people off. At least that's what I