"Sister Hildebrand is at it again, Father."
"I know, my son." The two priests stood staring at the elderly nun, who was floating on a wooden chair twenty feet in the air. As she hung suspended, vague mumbled prophecies flowed from her lips. The other nuns were starting to gather, and the deacon came to shoo them away.
Rushing down the corridor, papers flying, came the convent's flustered historian. Quickly apologizing to the priest for her tardiness, she scaled the balcony to record the words of her fellow sister.
It's not often that the Spirit takes Sister Hildebrand, so I must record quickly, thought Sister Rose. I just wish she wouldn't float so high, it makes me sick to come up here. Below her, there was a swarm of people preparing for Sister Hildebrand's descent. Just as they had finished preparing, her lips closed. Rose shouted to warn the catch team, and Hildebrand fell a split-second later.
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Random Writing Exercises
Short StoryJust some random things I've written to practice, whether in class or on my own. Bivouac was just a word of the day idea, and The Ballad was just a random metaphor I used to explain something to one of my friends. The last four were timed, so they a...
