Another 500 words for those rare readers out there.
I wrote a little more onto the story.
The Pastor's sermon is going to be particularly tough, but I'll hack through it in my spare time this week.
And now, Enjoy, then comment.
Though the world was shrouded in darkness, Michael could hear things. He could hear somebody calling, telling him to hurry, and a siren blaring in the background, or was it screaming? Maybe it was both. Then he heard the sound of wind, like he was moving at a high speed, and a loud thump, as if he'd run into something. He sat with his eyes wide open, remembering nothing but this overpowering darkness. Several seconds passed, and all he could do was sit there. Finally Gabe barked at him, and it snapped back into the present. He let the air escape from his lungs, and began breathing very heavily. His hearts pounding nearly matched his rapid breathing, and the shakes in his hands completed the picture of a very frightened fifteen-year-old. Michael didn't know what this memory was, but he didn't want to see it again.
He backed down the steps from the church, trying his best not to run, then he turned, and slowly moved onward, looking back at the church as he walked.
Inside the old church building, the Wright family was listening to the sermon very intently. It was a sermon that had been going on for nearly an hour, and was just coming to a close. Greg and Ben sat next to their father Dan, who was sitting next to his wife Mercy, and his only daughter Molly. Molly was very pretty with her long blond hair, and she looked like she was eleven or twelve, though in reality she was only eight. Greg and Ben were as different as night and day, Greg being dark and thin, Ben being blond haired, blue eyed, and bulky.
Of the church, the layout was pretty standard. Simple pews and an aisle in the center, with the pulpit up front and the projector printing images onto a wrinkled screen behind the pastor. Unlike most pastors though, this Tom Russel was unusually happy. He had a grin on his face during the entire sermon, including the part about burning in hell for eternity. This joyful spirit radiated from him and drew the listeners into the message. At this point in time, he was talking about the love of Jesus Christ and God.
“It completely amazes me,” Tom began, “That Jesus would die for you and for me. But he didn't just die for those with a little bit of sin, he died for the democrats too!” The audience laughed at the joke. Such statements were not uncommon at Tom Russel's church.
Comments?
The Pastor's sermon is going to be particularly tough, but I'll hack through it in my spare time this week.
And now, Enjoy, then comment.
Though the world was shrouded in darkness, Michael could hear things. He could hear somebody calling, telling him to hurry, and a siren blaring in the background, or was it screaming? Maybe it was both. Then he heard the sound of wind, like he was moving at a high speed, and a loud thump, as if he'd run into something. He sat with his eyes wide open, remembering nothing but this overpowering darkness. Several seconds passed, and all he could do was sit there. Finally Gabe barked at him, and it snapped back into the present. He let the air escape from his lungs, and began breathing very heavily. His hearts pounding nearly matched his rapid breathing, and the shakes in his hands completed the picture of a very frightened fifteen-year-old. Michael didn't know what this memory was, but he didn't want to see it again.
He backed down the steps from the church, trying his best not to run, then he turned, and slowly moved onward, looking back at the church as he walked.
Inside the old church building, the Wright family was listening to the sermon very intently. It was a sermon that had been going on for nearly an hour, and was just coming to a close. Greg and Ben sat next to their father Dan, who was sitting next to his wife Mercy, and his only daughter Molly. Molly was very pretty with her long blond hair, and she looked like she was eleven or twelve, though in reality she was only eight. Greg and Ben were as different as night and day, Greg being dark and thin, Ben being blond haired, blue eyed, and bulky.
Of the church, the layout was pretty standard. Simple pews and an aisle in the center, with the pulpit up front and the projector printing images onto a wrinkled screen behind the pastor. Unlike most pastors though, this Tom Russel was unusually happy. He had a grin on his face during the entire sermon, including the part about burning in hell for eternity. This joyful spirit radiated from him and drew the listeners into the message. At this point in time, he was talking about the love of Jesus Christ and God.
“It completely amazes me,” Tom began, “That Jesus would die for you and for me. But he didn't just die for those with a little bit of sin, he died for the democrats too!” The audience laughed at the joke. Such statements were not uncommon at Tom Russel's church.
Comments?
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