Gloria Oliver is another author who has contributed
to 4 Star Stories in the past. One of her
previous stories, "Windows", is worth the effort to look
up on the Stories Archive page.
Bad-ass and nuns are two words you
expect to be juxtaposed, but in Gloria Oliver's
Salvation we explore the wild side of Catholicism.
Ready or not -- here they come.
by Gloria Oliver
It started as a low rumble that built and built,
reverberating off the walls of downtown.
Smiles peaked out at the increasing sound from dirty,
scarred faces, their owners looking out toward the
street from boxes and alleys, others through the open
soup kitchen window that always burped out the friendly
scent of baking bread.
They’d all heard the rumors. And it looked like they
were about to find out if they were for real.
Corner dealers looked up like startled foxes and rushed
to finish their transactions before slinking out of
sight just in case. Streetwalkers stared with hope in
the rumble’s direction, making sure their pimps couldn’t
see their expressions.
The hum of engines roared as those approaching finally
turned the corner, formed up in a double line. A Hesketh
Vampire led the pack, followed by Kawasaki Ninjas, some
Indian Chiefs, and even Hogs. The smell of exhaust
filled the air. Glass rattled with the noise of their
passing. Reflective sunglasses shone under the bright
sun, even as black habits flowed behind them in the
wind, their underskirts hitched up so they could ride.
As they came to a red light, the Mother Superior reached
back to caress her bat sized cross in anticipation, her
sawed off shotgun poking up above the seat from the
other side of the machine. Both were within easy reach
and ready for battle, just like she liked them.
The Mother Superior cracked her knuckles. After all the
training, after all the sacrifice, the Church had
finally deemed them ready. Souls would now be saved. She
and her sisters were up to the task. Using whatever
The Virgin Vixens-dispensing tough love in the name of
Prepare to be saved.