Sean's Story V – The Funeral I *************************************** "May her soul and the souls of all the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace." With the final words of the priest the coffin was buried and Tara Smith's burial ceremony concluded. Evan put an arm around my shoulder and hugged me tightly. Emily and her mother were inco...
June, 1940, Blaye-et-Sainte-Luce, France Henri noticed how quiet the square was as he left the bakery shop with the piles of baguettes under his arm to be delivered around the village. Was this the day, he wondered. The Germans would enter the town to occupy it any day now. Their month-long movement was just about to reach the Bordeaux region, arriving in h...
Bernard Lamont here. When we last spoke, I was telling you about my sexual adventures as a big and tall, openly bisexual Black man of Haitian descent in the city of Toronto, Ontario. Life is okay these days. I've adjusted to Toronto really well, though I still miss my old stomping grounds in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The city of champions will alw...
Chapter 83: Undermined Fortune "Mh..." Merrick slowly awakens, feeling some sort of stale softness pressing on half of his face. He opens his eyes a little more, to see Adam's mended face and bandaged head sleeping peacefully. Shifting a bit and rising up, Merrick feels something else. His weary eyes look on the hand on his bent elbow, a hand leading from A...
As a child, Monsignor Rainero had always been considered a clever boy, if perhaps a bit more clever than for his own good. He was known to have very inventive and attractive ideas, but he sometimes was known to overembelish them to the point where the scheme collapsed around him. Having seen this played out time and time again, after Rainero had started out...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Hello and welcome to the 14th chapter of Unbroken. Thank you so much for your great love for my story. I really love you guys a whole lot. I just hope you will find this chapter really interesting. It is always nice to deliver a piece of writing to you guys. Don't forget to drop your comments and rates at the end of...
"Thank you," the monsignor said as I handed him down from the carriage in front of 24 Exeter Place in a quiet pocket garden not far from Victoria Station. I had told him my name was Luke, but he'd managed to go all afternoon without directly addressing me—like I wasn't wholly there. This was the first time he'd thanked me, though, and I thought there was rea...
He could not make out where the snarling and gravelly, throaty noise had come from as he stepped out of the rickety carriage early that dark moonless evening. It was as if somewhere in the acoustics of the steep ridge, someone old and throaty sounding were speaking in a primitive language, but just before the end, he could make out the words in English "fore...
It's the last Saturday before Christmas at 4:50 and almost the end of reconciliation hour, and also very nearly the last night of a life I've idealistically thrown away twenty years ago. Most of the congregation has stopped coming to confession entirely. I've only had 2 people in the last 2 hours. I'm sick of listening to the same confessions by the same unr...
"God, he was big. Christ, he was huge. Fuck, he was punishing me." The mantra kept running through my mind. And I wasn't just talking about Jomata Nyoni's height, breadth, and belly. I'd been told that he was called the Man Splitter in Uganda when he was working his evil as one of Idi Amin's enforcers, but that was about his work with an ax. Nobody had told...