mbrosnan (Australia) published:
PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition 2020
Seeking Peer Reviews
The walls were listening. They seemed to etch forward, cramming their ears to hear what I had to say.
“Speak up child” snapped Father Wilderbear from behind the thin brown wood, I couldn’t see his old, raisin-like face— but I knew it was scrunched up in disgust, like when I smell tuna.
I don’t like Confession.
But Sister Paul and Sister Lucy make my class and I go every Wednesday, so we are cleansed for Mass— to receive the Holy...
6 months ago