(I'd like to thank everybody who responded to my last story, which was my first one. I did not expect it to be so well received, and was happy to hear that it was. Please keep your comments and suggestions coming, as I enjoy reading them, and I promise I will try to write as much of these as you want. Thanks again!) * * * * * It had been a slow couple of h...
Dear reader, it is close as I sit here in bed typing on my laptop. You see my days are numbered and I have decided to show you a glimpse of the confessions a priest hears. Of course the names will be changed to protect the innocent but also, the events will be as close as I can remember after fifty years of sitting behind the partition inside the confessiona...
Melissa must've known what was coming in the next few months. As a flying trapeze artist, I would be popular with the girls on campus. She wanted to get in early. Her office on the first day certainly achieved that. After our passionate meeting, we walked across half the empty campus on the way to the trapeze rig. A mixture of new and old buildings were sur...
There were days when life really sucked and this was fast turning into one of them. It wasn't bad enough that she'd missed a turn somewhere and managed to get completely lost; oh no. While she was trying to figure out where the heck she was, she had the good luck to have a dog run onto the road and, in her efforts to avoid it, she managed to put the car in...
“You are a beautiful distraction. See, I kept you locked away inside And let misery provide And now, I am changed.” ~Santana Feat. Musiq ~ Nothing At All ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The thought of young Cassy toyed with my mind over the next week. I wondered from time to time when I’d see her again. As I was a virgin when I entered the priesthood, I had no clue wh...
"These pork chops are too dry again!" came Father O'Connor's grizzled old baritone voice from the dining room of the rectory. "Why do you always overcook the meat? What's wrong with you? Did your mother never teach you how to cook a decent dinner?" Joan rolled her eyes. If the seventy-three year old priest did not appreciate her culinary efforts, then why d...
Bianca Carmichael knelt in the shadows of the confessional box. The night before she had walked in and found her boyfriend and her best friend tied up together in a writhing sexual frenzy. Her whole world of expectations collapsed as she watched him thrusting hard between the thighs of Cindy. She was strangely sadly mesmerised as she watched them but then th...
For the most part, Father Thomas was bored. As a young student in the seminary he had always imagined that listening to people confess their deepest, darkest secrets would be fascinating. Sometimes, when he used to work in an inner city parish, he did have someone come in to his confessional and tell him in the utmost confidence about affairs they were havin...
Confession Time "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been six months since my last confession. Since then..." My voice is soft; barely an audible whisper yet carries through the ornate divider without hindrance; its solid panel having been drawn back with a light rasping sound. "I ... I have missed Mass, three times, told several lies and, Father,...
After a thorough examination of her conscience, an endless internal debate, Sara finally found herself kneeling in a small booth, facing her priest. They looked at each other through the screen. Her church had been assigned a new priest who was recently out of seminary. It had been an adjustment for the congregation, but Sara liked that she could almost rel...