It was a bonny summer’s day. The trees were full of lush green foliage. River decided she would wander from her house to the church at the top of the hill. Half way up she stopped off at Holme farm to collect the milk. “Good morning Sam, money’s in the tin, seeya later!”. When she made it up to the church, there lay a great horror for River. The reverend was laying dead in the graveyard. River screamed and sped all the way back home immediately calling the Police. A murder investigation was called for and Sam was prime suspect.
They found him in the church, face down in the baptismal basin. In his last moments, the preacher, who’d grown up just steps from where he’d taken his first sip of the blood and first nibble of the body, was relieved. *I’ll be home shortly.*
Walking away from the church, a boy, not more than 10, coffers cleared and pocketed, heading away from the festering goodness of boredom, puts the Roman collar around his neck. He sips the pinched cup of grape juice, then, in further defiance, bites the cracker, letting the juice soak into it; it turns to mush.
No deadline. This is to work at your own leisure. It's intended to be a writing activity for the weekend. So, if you want to have a self-imposed deadline: by EOD Sunday.
History was not on the side of the renowned illustrator who had moved to the village late last Autumn. But how was she to know? She only entered the art competition to open up a conversation about hosting Life Studies classes in the Community Hall. As Mayor Harris - re-elected for a record-breaking 17th year in office – stared disdainfully at her drawing, the illustrator had time to count the times the name ‘Harris’ appeared on the winner’s trophy. Sixteen. Really? ‘These drawing classes ? Nudes, you say ? I really think not. We don’t care for nakedness in these parts’.
The Adams Family were a lot more like the Addams Family, the scandal of Braintree.
"It's a miracle that the country voted you Vice President," said General Washington, shaking a sheaf of papers at John Adams. "But you will ever become president with this hanging over your head."
John drew up plans to split off his homestead from Braintree and name it Quincy.
"And then I can lose the police records in an accident," he said, grabbing the papers from the General.
"What about the rumor-mongers?" said Washington.
Adams quieted them with a few troops borrowed during the Whiskey Rebellion.
It was a bonny summer’s day. The trees were full of lush green foliage. River decided she would wander from her house to the church at the top of the hill. Half way up she stopped off at Holme farm to collect the milk. “Good morning Sam, money’s in the tin, seeya later!”. When she made it up to the church, there lay a great horror for River. The reverend was laying dead in the graveyard. River screamed and sped all the way back home immediately calling the Police. A murder investigation was called for and Sam was prime suspect.
They found him in the church, face down in the baptismal basin. In his last moments, the preacher, who’d grown up just steps from where he’d taken his first sip of the blood and first nibble of the body, was relieved. *I’ll be home shortly.*
Walking away from the church, a boy, not more than 10, coffers cleared and pocketed, heading away from the festering goodness of boredom, puts the Roman collar around his neck. He sips the pinched cup of grape juice, then, in further defiance, bites the cracker, letting the juice soak into it; it turns to mush.
Erika, whats the deadline?
No deadline. This is to work at your own leisure. It's intended to be a writing activity for the weekend. So, if you want to have a self-imposed deadline: by EOD Sunday.
Ok. Thanks. Im asking because i want to participate
Dressing Down (fiction)
History was not on the side of the renowned illustrator who had moved to the village late last Autumn. But how was she to know? She only entered the art competition to open up a conversation about hosting Life Studies classes in the Community Hall. As Mayor Harris - re-elected for a record-breaking 17th year in office – stared disdainfully at her drawing, the illustrator had time to count the times the name ‘Harris’ appeared on the winner’s trophy. Sixteen. Really? ‘These drawing classes ? Nudes, you say ? I really think not. We don’t care for nakedness in these parts’.
The Adams Family were a lot more like the Addams Family, the scandal of Braintree.
"It's a miracle that the country voted you Vice President," said General Washington, shaking a sheaf of papers at John Adams. "But you will ever become president with this hanging over your head."
John drew up plans to split off his homestead from Braintree and name it Quincy.
"And then I can lose the police records in an accident," he said, grabbing the papers from the General.
"What about the rumor-mongers?" said Washington.
Adams quieted them with a few troops borrowed during the Whiskey Rebellion.