Ketchup...
The game of the year so far, it seems...
And on the conveyor belt tonight, Bob, we have:
TOPIC Week of 1-16 What's more important - self preservation or forgiveness?
Forgive a guy for punching your lights clean out.
Forgive another for making you famous.
Forgive God for giving you motherfucking hope; A son.
Forgive a lunatic for taking him away.
Forgive your wife for not being there.
Then, forgive yourself.
I dare ya.
Stay numb.
Stay cold.
Stay angry.
Stay ahead.
Stay alive.
Stay drunk.
Not giving prizes for guessing which I choose here.
Fucking 'Life' sentence.
Word Count: 68
TOPIC Week of 1-23 How did you lose your virginity?
*Sighs*
Time for a cigarette...
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[Locked against jd_61]
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
The boy paused, his head thumping out a rhythm on the wooden board behind him.
"Go on, My Son," the elder's voice was cracked, dry, but soothing for all that.
Michel drew his knees up, heels digging into the rigid seat, and rubbed his temples. "It's been-" he paused again, counting on his fingers- "Three weeks since my last confession." He still wasn't entirely sure, but figured God wouldn't mind him screwing up on the dates so much, not after, well-
"What have you to confess, My Child?"
"Something awful," he wimpered, biting his hand to stop the tears from coming. "I-" His jaw clenched, inwardly he snarled at the words to come out, his own guilty tongue chocking them back until he felt sick to his stomach.
"Child, you are barely ten years old. Nothing you have done could be so awful in the eyes of the Lord."
"Oh, yes, there IS!" He slammed his fists against the flimsy grill, his face pressed against it so that when he pulled away, it left imprints across his moist cheek. From the threatened safety of his Listening Booth, the Priest wheezed, and Mikey could just make out fingers clutching at the crucifix which hung around his neck. Pale and scrawny looking against the forced folds of his robes.
Checking himself, the boy drew back into his huddle.
"Yes, Father. I'm a bad kid. I raise my hands, Father."
"So, I see," he managed to reply, comforting tones all but evapourated. "Why, Child, if you know it to be sinful?"
"I- I don't want to," he stammered. "No one listens to me. I'm small."
"And, fighting solves this? Or does it merely serve to make you feel better?"
He sighed, thinking, almost clawing out the tear now. "Neither, Father. It doesn't stop anything."
"Then why, Michel, why do you-"
But the rest was drowned out by the surging of Mikey's own thoughts.
"He knows. He knows. He's not supposed to know. He'll tell. He'll help-"
From the other side of the confessional partition, Father
Selvaggio felt a sudden gust rush at his face, followed by the outer door crashing against its hinges. He stalked to the other side of the rickety cubicle, and threw it open.
Scuffed shoes echoed far down the church. A bruised calf disappeared through the open doors of St. Maria's.
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*Puffs absently on his Camel*
I really can't answer that.
I don't remember.
Word count: 427
Character: Mikey Mack
Fandom: Original Fiction
Overall Word Count: 495
And on the conveyor belt tonight, Bob, we have:
TOPIC Week of 1-16 What's more important - self preservation or forgiveness?
Forgive a guy for punching your lights clean out.
Forgive another for making you famous.
Forgive God for giving you motherfucking hope; A son.
Forgive a lunatic for taking him away.
Forgive your wife for not being there.
Then, forgive yourself.
I dare ya.
Stay numb.
Stay cold.
Stay angry.
Stay ahead.
Stay alive.
Stay drunk.
Not giving prizes for guessing which I choose here.
Fucking 'Life' sentence.
Word Count: 68
TOPIC Week of 1-23 How did you lose your virginity?
*Sighs*
Time for a cigarette...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
[Locked against jd_61]
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
The boy paused, his head thumping out a rhythm on the wooden board behind him.
"Go on, My Son," the elder's voice was cracked, dry, but soothing for all that.
Michel drew his knees up, heels digging into the rigid seat, and rubbed his temples. "It's been-" he paused again, counting on his fingers- "Three weeks since my last confession." He still wasn't entirely sure, but figured God wouldn't mind him screwing up on the dates so much, not after, well-
"What have you to confess, My Child?"
"Something awful," he wimpered, biting his hand to stop the tears from coming. "I-" His jaw clenched, inwardly he snarled at the words to come out, his own guilty tongue chocking them back until he felt sick to his stomach.
"Child, you are barely ten years old. Nothing you have done could be so awful in the eyes of the Lord."
"Oh, yes, there IS!" He slammed his fists against the flimsy grill, his face pressed against it so that when he pulled away, it left imprints across his moist cheek. From the threatened safety of his Listening Booth, the Priest wheezed, and Mikey could just make out fingers clutching at the crucifix which hung around his neck. Pale and scrawny looking against the forced folds of his robes.
Checking himself, the boy drew back into his huddle.
"Yes, Father. I'm a bad kid. I raise my hands, Father."
"So, I see," he managed to reply, comforting tones all but evapourated. "Why, Child, if you know it to be sinful?"
"I- I don't want to," he stammered. "No one listens to me. I'm small."
"And, fighting solves this? Or does it merely serve to make you feel better?"
He sighed, thinking, almost clawing out the tear now. "Neither, Father. It doesn't stop anything."
"Then why, Michel, why do you-"
But the rest was drowned out by the surging of Mikey's own thoughts.
"He knows. He knows. He's not supposed to know. He'll tell. He'll help-"
From the other side of the confessional partition, Father
Selvaggio felt a sudden gust rush at his face, followed by the outer door crashing against its hinges. He stalked to the other side of the rickety cubicle, and threw it open.
Scuffed shoes echoed far down the church. A bruised calf disappeared through the open doors of St. Maria's.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Puffs absently on his Camel*
I really can't answer that.
I don't remember.
Word count: 427
Character: Mikey Mack
Fandom: Original Fiction
Overall Word Count: 495