Forging ahead with fictional endeavours: ~ Write a life on a page and hurry not to its grave; abhor not the coming age, for eternal is the next page. ~ Read what you will, I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I do writing.

Morbin mopped the congealing blood off the abbey floor with unhurried strokes. The summer heat made sweat drip. Ordinarily morbin would have wiped his forehead at this point with a ratty handkerchief he kept for just this occurrence however at this point in time it was currently occupied by keeping the smell of decomposition at bay. It was a shame, morbin thought, as he carefully rolled up priests corpse in old carpeting. Father Grayson had been a good man. Too good to have met such a sticky end, really. But there you go, that’s just how it goes sometimes. “I warned you,” morbin mumbled gruffly as he hiked the corpse over his should, ” the slogan ‘open to all’ would let the critters in.”


Comments on: "“Open to God, Open to all.”" (3)

  1. Chris said:


  2. Chris said:

    lol fair enough 🙂

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