Finishing TouchA Story by Boonrassi The Bishops shuffled, mute; dust spiraled above torches; silence boomed. Liquid shadows shifted along the Bishops' robes; fat, dusty columns circled the Council of Nicaea.
Darts of candle light danced on parchment and struck the words of Jesus. “Let no middle man come between us, the only church is under the stars.” Emperor Constantine's lips twisted, “That won't do.” He nodded to his scribes. "Fix it." The Bishops shuffled, mute; dust spiraled above torches; silence boomed. © 2008 Boonrassi |
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BoonrassiOakland park, FLAboutI write what I crave to read. I write stuff that makes me giddy. It has to thrill me. I set grenades off in playgrounds, I throw people out of airplanes and follow their thoughts till they hit the .. more..Writing
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