Tag "The Tease" - Works and Original stories

The world we knew shed its old skin.Papa Emeritus III called it the Purification—hellfire wrapped in a beautiful word.They stroked our ears with words from floodlit stages,threading a new faith into our minds like beads on a profane rosary.They prepared us,instilled in us our chosen singularity.We clung to the snowy pallor of gloves as if they were the only meaning left.We were on the square.We swore.And when the Hammer of His Truth struck,shattering the thin asphalt skin—we were ready.

How unfortunate that the air conditioner malfunctioned on such a sultry day, and how fortunate that it was fixed just in time.

Grand Master Jean had always considered romance novels to be a frivolous waste of time and an extravagant indulgence. To say that she actually enjoyed the stories would be a bit inaccurate. Instead, her new interest was greatly influenced by the attentive and incredibly attractive librarian.