What’s in the belfry?

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

Our brilliant and lovely hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, at FF, has  challenged us to spin a 100 word tale  based on this photo prompt,provided by David Stewart,this week.Want to read what around 100 writers from around the world are writing in response to this challenge?Or,would you like to participate?Click  on this link http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/02/19/21-february-2014/

 

Copyright - David Stewart

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 So before it gets too late,I decided to post my 100 words(excluding the title)

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What’s in the belfry?

 

 Weird rumours had been floating in the neighbourhood.

Mr. Coots swore he had seen ghosts.

Stella insisted her cat was possessed and even little Tamara piped in about some strange smell.

When Mr.Stanley found a few drops of blood on the church floor this morning, Mrs. Gregory went crazy, ranting about vampire Bats roosting in the belfry!!

So Paul, the caretaker had to climb up to check,

A dark shape shifted in the belfry as Paul stretched his hand…

The bell started clanging.

People ran in and stopped, horrified to see Paul’s bloodless body hanging from the swinging bell.

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A matter of conscience

Trifecta: Week 108

On now to our one-word prompt.  Remember, you’ve just short of five days to give us a 33-333 word response using the third definition of the following word:

FATHER
1a : a man who has begotten a child; also : sire
  b capitalized (1) : god 1 (2) : the first person of the Trinity
2: forefather
3a : one related to another in a way suggesting that of father to child  
  b : an old man —used as a respectful form of address

Remember:

  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer. 
  • This weekend’s challenge is community judged.

See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.YwUXL4M9.dpuf

Returned last evening and am still tired and reeling from the euphoric effects of my school reunion.Just logged in an hour or so back and saw the prompt.Could not think of anything brilliant or funny-so the following 332 words will have to do 😛

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A matter of conscience

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession,” said the voice from the confessional and Father Nathan shivered.

He knew the owner of that voice. Luke was a womaniser and every time he cheated, he would come in to confess.  Nathan suspected that Luke was not contrite or penitent but was using the excuse to brag about his sexual exploits.

Nathan sighed inwardly as Luke began to talk. Nathan felt tired and wondered if he could just slip away. His mind wandered back to the night he had stumbled on Father Jerome’s doorstep, some 10 years ago.

It had been a dark and rainy night. Nathan, then only 30, had been running-away from his old life, his broken heart and most of all himself. He had not eaten a full meal for many weeks and not slept well since the incident .His clothes were ragged and hung on his skeletal frame. His eyes were sunken pools of blood.

 No one looking at him could have imagined that this was the same handsome and smart Detective Nathan who had been the heart throb of every young girl in town.

But then things had gone horribly wrong.

Marcie’s case had intrigued him. She was a suspect in the murder of her husband. Soon Nathan was meeting her more than was required and before long, they had become embroiled in a hot and passionate affair. Then one day it all came out in a sordid manner-she was found to be guilty and he was suspended for trying to shield her. The paparazzi had a field day filling the pages of their tabloids with juicy tales and photos.

So he had run. Father Jerome had taken him in and healed his body and soul.

Life changed for Nathan but at times like this, he still remembered his own past and cringed. Unlike Luke, he had a conscience…

Nathan realized that Luke had stopped talking. He smiled, thanking God. 

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