So I had started writing a one-shot when my finals ended, so I'm reporting my progress before the start of the ExoWrimo, though I will probably post this one-shot very soon, as it's almost finished.
Here's a little sample:
The current silence is to be expected in a place such as this, and the only noise is the cracking of the damaged tiles under his feet as he crosses the distance separating him from the center of the empty church.
The smell of incense and candles soon reaches his nose, and he notices there are too many of them burning. It feels like a mocking, a cynical reminder of all the prayers that remain unanswered; that lose themselves somewhere along the way between the believer’s lips and God’s ear.
When Tomas finally reaches the altar, the bells suddenly start to ring; the sound manifestation of the cries of a man in mourning, or the start of the long-awaited trial of Tomas’ heart. He doesn’t know.
“You look like a lost lamb, luv,” a familiar voice rises up from behind him, which echo suddenly grips Tomas’ heart and refuses to let go. “Isn’t that ironic, considering churches used to be your playground?”
Before June, Eva, 3600 words
Here's a little sample:
The current silence is to be expected in a place such as this, and the only noise is the cracking of the damaged tiles under his feet as he crosses the distance separating him from the center of the empty church.
The smell of incense and candles soon reaches his nose, and he notices there are too many of them burning. It feels like a mocking, a cynical reminder of all the prayers that remain unanswered; that lose themselves somewhere along the way between the believer’s lips and God’s ear.
When Tomas finally reaches the altar, the bells suddenly start to ring; the sound manifestation of the cries of a man in mourning, or the start of the long-awaited trial of Tomas’ heart. He doesn’t know.
“You look like a lost lamb, luv,” a familiar voice rises up from behind him, which echo suddenly grips Tomas’ heart and refuses to let go. “Isn’t that ironic, considering churches used to be your playground?”