Prompts for 27 March 2026 from Scoot
Write about a guardian
disquieting din
“I lied”
A character who doesn’t want to be helped
Chamuel stood in the disquieting din of the chamber. He listened as angels reported their works among the people of the earth to Uriel, the keeper of guardian accounts.
Jophiel told the story of a botanist who dodged out of the way when an imp pushed a rock from a ledge in an attempt to flatten the man. At Jophiel’s nudge, the man moved—and in the process discovered a tiny flower with iridescent petals.
“Love a story where what is meant for evil turns into good,” Uriel chuckled quietly.
Mithra recounted how he brought two warring brothers together with a handshake, quelling generations of animosity.
“Blessed are the peacemakers,” noted Uriel.
Angel after angel, story after story, guardians spoke of protection and guidance, redirecting their charges to something better. Rejoicing over each repentant heart expanded with each report. Chamuel grew increasingly uneasy, feeling the weight of his inability to do the work to which he was called.
When Uriel called his name, Chamuel stood, head bowed.
“This is difficult to say. I rejoice that so many guardians fulfilled their assignments. Sadly, my human refused to listen to my promptings. She pursued her own wisdom, following her heart in its desperate wickedness—even to destruction.
“At one point, she told a friend that she should listen to her guardian angel. That gave me great hope, but on her final day she saw me with a moment of clarity. I cried out to her,
“’You said you should listen to me, yet here you are at the edge of the precipice of eternity without the love of God. Will you look to Him now while there is still time?’
“She stared at me with darkened eyes. All she said to me was,
‘I lied.’
“And then she was gone into the abyss.”
The chamber was silent. Only Chamuel’s whispered lament echoed in the hall. All of the guardians shared the sorrow of a lost soul.
Jeremiel moved toward Chamuel and put a hand on his shoulder.
“My brother,” he spoke gently. “The glory of our work does not rest in the choices of humans. Our task is to reflect the will of the One who sends us out—faithfully guiding, prompting, and whispering to those to whom we have been assigned. They are free to reject our words in the same way they are free to reject the love of the Holiest of Holies. We mourn with you over this lost soul, but we do not condemn you.”
Uriel bent toward Chamuel. “We long to look into suffering and glory, but these are things not meant for us. We serve the Creator by serving the recipients of His grace. If they refuse, they make their choice.”
Chamuel looked up into the faces the guardians around him. Their compassion lifted him. The sorrow of the loss would linger, but there would be time for rejoicing when another soul would choose mercy, grace, and steadfast love.
Love this.