#writing practice?

[asharius]

Damian's presence is something of a ghost story in the abbey—a topic occasionally whispered among the young nuns. Sometimes, his overly passionate prayers to the Light or the clanging of old instruments of punishment would drift into the ears of sisters busy with their cleaning.

If the superiors of the abbey remained silent about the punishments for a nun's transgressions, then whenever a bruised and battered sister returned from the secret penance hall, rumors would spread: “Those who disobey the Light will be punished by Damian.”

[idrawalotofart]

I suck at writing, and cringe a lot when I read my own creations of literature. But I've heard that it's fine and normal, so now I'm having fun not caring about what I think, and is writing a short story on 10 year old Arcturus when his Mommy left him spiritually :D

And by that I mean death.

[asharius]

While the wealthy young boys idly chatted about which lady they had set their sights on as the professor lectured endlessly, Paracelsus alone in her seat, intently comparing her discoveries with the books she had borrowed from the library. So absorbed was she in her research that she had never even considered the possibility of falling in love — let alone with a nun, whose faith stood in stark contrast to her own disbelief.