glynncaskut

[glynncaskut]

Found a snippet of writing I made a few months ago. I don't actually remember writing it but thought it was interesting

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Ray contemplates on childhood a lot, as he almost didn't have one. His was very empty and desolate, except for Arlen.

And this other thing... calling it childhood could be a stretch, but it was many years ago.

Ray would head into a confessional. With every crime he committed that never came to light, despite how much he wanted it to, he'd confess them. The crimes becoming more and more brutal than the last.

"I bumped into a guy, forgot to say sorry."

"Shoplifted a granola bar. I was hungry."

"I'm the one that graffitied that woman's house."

"I robbed that corner store of all their silver-lined decor and they haven't noticed yet."

"The explosion down Main Street? Am I bad for being proud of that? No one there to see me do it, which I think was a shame."

"The 4 dead men in the news yesterday?

Heh.

That was my work."

And he'd lean against the wall in the confessional, straining to hear what the guy on the other side would say.

It was sometimes strained gasps, shaky breathing, winces of guilt or.. dialling the police.

Ray did it three times.

Just to see when the priest would crack. When they suddenly decided this "oh-so-sacred and private conversation with God" suddenly included the police department.

He thought it was hilarious, really.

Until, the third one.

The priest.

Never.

Cracked.

Ray even started making shit up.

"I'm planning on killing a girl down the street. I know I'm gonna do it, I'm just not sure when. Saturday, when she's free, or Friday when she's alone."

The priest never did anything. Ray was astonished! Eventually, he got bored and left the town, where that priest stayed still and silent. He'd try to hear news on anything perhaps a "priest confesses confessions" headline or whatever. But nothing. None. Nadda!

It's a fond memory Ray thinks of. Hilarious.

Either entirely devoted to the secrecy of the confessional box, or a bystanding coward that can keep his trap shut for good.

An absolutely useless priest, Ray thought.

...

He thought.

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I think its funny the way i wrote this.

Oh but Please dont use priests for entertainment