Hello all! I am so excited to be starting this book and sharing my imagination with you all! I have always been inspired by Daryl Dixon and his personality, and a part of me truly wanted to create a character that could extract his deeper core. I am beyond ecstatic to not only begin this journey, but lead to different journeys.
I love to have books that convey a meaning and are not rushed- however I will be going at a pace that is not frustrating for readers! This will be slow burn but more faster, in a way I can explore their relationship a lot more instead of making you guys wait a whole book to see action.
In my free time, I write freely; usually off of TV shows I look up to. My biggest dream, however, is to become a published author. So I thought- what better way to do that than use a free writing site and go from there?!
Thank you so much again for choosing to read Penance! Enjoy :)
For all of my vivid imaginary readers, here is the vision for the MC, Sage!
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Octavia Blake everyone <3 She is the inspo for Sage Wilson, and no I am NOT combining The 100 and TWD- I'd never. HAHA
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How can sins be forgiven in a world full of sinners?
How can sinners be forgiven if there is no belief in a higher authority?
How can there even be sin if there is no higher authority?
These are the questions to life that everyone refuses to answer; that is slathered over with thick prayer and dusty bibles that weigh as much as a newborn baby.
You see, the problem was never church. It were the people who attended and invented it. It were those who sold indulgences to satisfy their greed. It were the old white priests who creepily smiled at you as they dunk children under the water. It was those who sat in the pews and fell to their knees as they shed crocodile tears over having premarital intercourse. Or those who went to confession but were too coward to confess to his wife that he was indeed a dead beat father who beat his children on the daily but caressed a leather book as if it was made of gold.
It was all a placebo effect; penance of your sins leads you to great rewards in the skies where you can float happily on clouds and drink all of the wine and eat all of the stale riches you desire. It was something created to shut people up and give people hope. _____ It is now day twenty-seven.
Twenty-seven damn days since this world gone to shit. Twenty-seven days since I have been searching for Ava. Twenty-seven used to be my favorite number; but numbers will soon no longer be considered useful in a world such as this. The solstices and eclipses will be lost, and the calendars may as well be burned. There is no keeping track of days in a world such as this.
