Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
' “I know this is hard to understand. It’s been my life every day since I was four and it’s still hard for me to understand,” he said slowly. “When I was a boy my mother died. She was burned up by some creature, a demon. My father took my brother and me and we travelled, searching for the demon to kill it. Along the way we discovered that there were other things, other evils.”
Castiel sucked in a deep breath. Rationally he didn’t want to believe in demons. Rationally he saw a man driven mad by grief who dragged his sons down into his madness with him, but rationality had to be thrown out the widow and Castiel tried to listen with an open mind. '
More SPN Era bang for you guys to enjoy.
' “I know this is hard to understand. It’s been my life every day since I was four and it’s still hard for me to understand,” he said slowly. “When I was a boy my mother died. She was burned up by some creature, a demon. My father took my brother and me and we travelled, searching for the demon to kill it. Along the way we discovered that there were other things, other evils.”
Castiel sucked in a deep breath. Rationally he didn’t want to believe in demons. Rationally he saw a man driven mad by grief who dragged his sons down into his madness with him, but rationality had to be thrown out the widow and Castiel tried to listen with an open mind. '
More SPN Era bang for you guys to enjoy.