Push Through The Writers Block I Am Trying!!! And It Isnt Working!!!
“push through the writers block” i am trying!!! and it isn’t working!!!
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day one complete !!
The stained glass bleeds colour over my dull life. Sitting in a pew, arms crossed over my chest, legs resting on the top of the pew in front of me, ignoring the stares from the proper religious. I’ve not been to this cathedral yet. It’s a new place to haunt.
The architecture is beautiful. It’s old, gothic, something to treasure until the end of time. We likely won’t go back to this style ever again, but I can hope and dream. The way the stone looks as if it could crumble at any moment, yet still feel secure. The way the numerous engravings, windows, statues, and archways feel perfect in the way they are placed. The way it all comes together to make a place of worship and prayer. It’s both comforting and beautiful. It could even be bittersweet, if I still cared about my days in the orphanage.
“Excuse me, Miss? You don’t seem like you’re praying. Are you all right?”
It’s a man, maybe a priest or whatever they’re called. I’m grateful to be in the middle of the pew, I think I’d bolt if he was standing above me. I don’t pay attention to his appearance and instead look back up at the ceiling.
“Miss?” he tries again. I turn my head and look at him.
“Do churches still offer sanctuary or that a thing we left in the 1500s?”
“Uh, I think it’s a traditional thing now. I don’t believe it has any legal standings. Why? Are you running from something?”
“You wouldn’t believe me.”
“I’ve heard a lot of crazy things in my time. And the pin on your jacket says your a ghost hunter, so I assume your life is pretty interesting. I’ll believe anything.”
“Hm.” I look down at my jacket and see the Grimm Crew ghost hunting pin. It’s the only pin I kept from my old jacket. It’s the only one that really mattered. The rest are with the old worn down leather jacket and Edith. The new one is barely broken in and feels stiff. It’s weird and new and fits the feeling of the world right now.
“May I sit down?” he asks with caution.
“Do whatever you want, man. I won’t stop you.”
300 words for the first day !! :DD
made my own october thing for this year !! very excited
*sweating, whole body shaking while I stare at a google doc* would he fucking say that????
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