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[countrymusiclover]

Gemini Runaway

"Being a twin of the Gemini Coven is a curse to never have children."

Raelyn Primrose Lane is on the run from her own family. She isn't trusting of anyone she comes in contact with all because she was forced to kill her twin sibling recently. Raelyn stumbles into the town of Mystic Falls and starts making friends. Alongside catching the eye of the original hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. Will Raelyn let Klaus in her heart or will her family manage to catch their traitor of a daughter

1 - Vow to never have Children

2 - Getting to know Him

3 - Original Vampires

4 - Blonde Friends

5 - A Hybrid's Offer

6 - Homecoming

7 - Abominations

8 - Date with an Original Hybrid

9 - Haunting Vengeance

10 - The Original Coffins

11 - Intense Family Reunion

12 - My First Friend

13 - The Mikaelson Ball

14 - Gemini Business

15 - Esther's Ritual

16 - You Only Live Once

17 - My Cousin Jo

18 - Tricky Witches Spells

19 - My Life Or Theirs

20 - One Last Hurrah

21 - The Ultimate Hunter

22 - Three Words Longed For

23 - The Bonds of Family

24 - The Sights of New Orleans

25 - A Dangerous Encounter

26 - A Coven’s Leader

27 - Dead or Alive

28 - The Miracle…Baby

29 - Sweet Vampire-Witch

30 - What's Wrong With Raelyn?

31 - Raelyn Let Loose

32 - Bringing Her Humanity Back

33 - Kol's Downfall

34 - Who Makes Him Human

35 - Finding the Cure

36 - Evening in the French Quarter

37 - A Harvest Ritual

38 - Davina - The Attic Witch

39 - Impatient Witches

40 - The Fate of Three Children

41 - Blood of Enemies

42 - Never Truly Gone

43 - A Magical Favor

44 - Papa Original and Confind Spaces

45 - Babies and a Ring

46 - Big Milestone and Mysterious Woman

47 - Proper Family Meeting

48 - Official Wedding Planner

49 - Uniting Friendships

50 - I Forever, I Do

51 - Our Secret Weapons

52 - Betrayal Can Come From Anywhere

53 - Dahlia's Offer

54 - Getting What They Deserve

55 - Vampires to a Witch Fight

56 - The Magical Border

57 - The Gemini Portland House

58 - Message For The Sire

59 - Red Head From His Past

60 - Sisterly Trio

61 - A Mikaelson Thanksgiving

62 - To Getting Rebekah Back

63 - Aurora's Revenge

64 - A Christmas Hex

65 - Vampire Camille

66 - Rescuing Klaus

67 - A Caring Vamp Sire

68 - King and Queen

69 - The Trial of Klaus Mikaelson

70 - Fighting the Magical Border

71 - Mikaelson’s before Gemini

72 - Kai's Message

73 - We're Screwed

74 - Gemini Fights and Supernatural Fates

75 - I Will Rescue You

76 - Moment of Peace

77 - The Horrific Merge

78 - Finally a Family Reunion

79 - A Long Awaited Evening

80 - One Day of Peace

81 - Gemini Downfall Wedding

82 - Finding the Heretics

83 - Heretics in Mystic Falls

84 - Meeting one of the Heretics

85 - Another Vampire Pregnancy

86 - Calling Us Home

87 - What's the Hollow

88 - Bloodline Deals

89 - The Last Remaining Gemini

90 - Parker/Lane Family Reunion

91 - A Family Dessert War

92 - Bye bye Hollow

93 - The End of Always and Forever

94 - Anything For Our Children- Flashback

95 - Running the School

96 - Family Troubles

97 - Unexpected Visitor

98 - The Family Falling Out

99 - Missing Coffins

100 - Not Little Girls Anymore

101 - Red Roses and Blood

102 - Owner of the Golden Coin

103 - A Rescuing Price

104 - Working through Changes

105 - Alina Mikaelson - Keener

106 - Changes under the Moon

107 - To Getting Elijah Back

108 - Like Father Like Daughters

109 - Always and Forever Lives On

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[hellish-cruelty]

Movie parallels - Phantom thread (2017), Yi Yi (2000), Babylon (2022), Footloose (1984), La la land (2016), Flight of the Red Balloon (2007), Indiana Jones and temple of doom (2984), The witches of eastwick (1987), Up (2009), It (2017)

[mamamoon92]

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[thegalleryobscura]

Red Brick Dust

Over 100 year old brick, crushed by hand.

For use in any doorway to keep those who would wish you ill away.

Add to Holy water to consecrate and purify.

[ladyblueberrymuffin]

If you ever feel insecure about taking inspirations from other works of fiction in your story, remember that Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl, huge Han and Leia shippers named the main characters in their book Ethan and Lena.

[im-a-satanic-ritual]

Hear these words, hear the rhyme

Head the hope within my mind

Send me back to where I’ll find

What I seek in place and time

Him. I seek him.

[zippocreed501]

...images from the lost continent of cult films, b-movies and celluloid dreamscapes

Evil sorcerers in classic fantasy films

My best advice is to practise. Practise everyday and you can go from pulling a rabbit from a hat to pulling a soul from a living, twitching body in no time at all...

The Thief of Bagdad (1940) The 7th Voyage of Sinbad (1958) The Golden Voyage of Sinbad  (1973) Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger (1977) Conan the Barbarian (1982) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984) Labyrinth (1986) Masters of the Universe (1987) The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)

[darkstagwitchcraft779]

[indiana-jonas]

Cornered wizard lizard

(blog post)

[garbit-blog]

How to you explain the fog? The Misty experiences that waver on the edge of the water. The murky waters of the baseless. Where concrete reality doesn’t rule, and Belief and Faith rule in its stead. The experiences so many have had yet so many others deny.

Truly, you simply have to believe them. Whether they be wisewoman or preacher, this is where Pathos and perhaps Ethos take Logos out back and shoot him like a lame dog.

Logos falls into the water there, and the lake swallows its corpse.

We have forgotten how to wander without Logos.

The revolutionary art of science has married us to Logos. Told us how to read him, how to depend on him like a 1950s housewife.

And like a 1950s husband locking his wife away but treating her oh so well. We’ve lost so much of our world.

For our entire existence as a species, we have relied on religion and wisepeople. Relied on metaphors that were both true and in the lake of the mystical.

And often there was error. These things weren’t true. The wisepeople lied or guessed or hypothesized instead of observed.

But I don’t think it is fair to turn our backs on the unexplainable just because it is not always reliable. To dam up every lake that refuses to fit nicely into western scientific hegemony.

Christianity has robbed us of so many of our lakes. In the US both real and metaphorical.

People forget, or rather like to ignore, that modern science was born out of Christian societies. Societies that by that point had already killed all their open pagans. Called everyone trying to live in relationship with the land devilworshipers. Had taught that Men hold dominion over the land, and like a husband beating their wife, that means a right to destroy.

People wonder why religion seems so constantly toxic. The only religion they have ever known has been christianity. One built on original sin. One built on the toxic notion that every single human is born with such evil in their heart that infants need to be washed of it in holy water. Of black and white. God and Satan. No other god before I.

Of course religion is toxic if it constantly tears you down. If it tells you that you can’t trust anyone else.

It’s time to realize not every religion is like that, we just ended up in the world where such a toxic one took out any other competition out.

It’s time to mourn and move on.

To reopen our hearts to the world. To let metaphors, the lakes, the unexplainable, come back to the table.

Let me show you a cup of that lake’s water.

You cannot prove in any world that water is living.

You can say there’s microorganisms inside it but that’s not the water itself. It moves, but not of its own will, it moves of the moon’s gravity. It only holds two of those traits that science uses to categorize life. But. above all else.

Doesn’t it make us kinder to say Water is living? Is life itself? Is it not worthwhile to prescribe that to the Water? To so simply say that it has actions, movement, power, like anyone else. To say that it deserves protection. That like a paralyzed family member we should try our best to keep it clean? To admit that we need clean water like we need our mothers?

Is that not worth it? That kindness? Is that not worth letting Logos sink into the depths?

In Christian societies, where they say the water is inanimate, unliving, nothing to be concerned about. They let themselves foul it. They drank water they poisoned with waste, with cholera. We still let ourselves foul it. Look out the window and see the white river, Our River, contaminated with human waste from the sewers and chemicals from the factories and runoff from farms, and ask yourself what would happen if we believed water was living. Was holy.

You’d suddenly, instead of an ecological disaster, instead of emotionless jargon, you’d see the corpse of a family member with the knife still in their back. Rotting in the center of town.

And you’d ask yourself with tears in your eyes, how anyone could do that. How someone could torture their own family member so publicy.

And that is the life I’ve been living. One where I see the scars of the land in bloodstained horrific metaphors. One where I understand the perspective of the wisewoman.

We need to bring back this radical empathy for our world. These metaphors of moving power.

We once had it. All across europe. We used to be native to our land. We used to protect the rivers and see the fairy rings and understand the lake of unbelievable reality.

Christianity robbed us of that, and I will never forgive that.

You may ask, and for good reason, but what of science? And see. That is, too, born out of christianity. The idea of No Other God Than I.

I am not trying to replace science or to undermine it. Science is wonderful. One of the best advancements in all of human history.

I am simply trying to criticize. To supplement. To add the empathy that so much science lacks.

As an example of what I mean. We cannot prove in any quantitative way once and for all that doctors being kind improves outcomes. But anyone with serious life experience could tell you that kindness heals so much bandages and stitches cannot. That getting outside, stepping into nature, is the most healing thing you can do. That all the beeps and bright white lights of hospitales make healing almost impossible.

I am asking science to allow the unprovable to exist alongside scientific truth. To find some way to exist alongside powerful empathy. To let the wisewoman sit at the table.

[coinandcandle]

I'm curious, how many of you witches/pagans/spiritual folk are also in Indiana?

You don't have to comment if you don't want to, ofc.

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Vow to never have Children

Part 2

Gemini Runaway

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"Come on my children it's time for your destiny." My father Ben spoke as my brother Jacob and I walked through the woods stopping in the middle of a clearing. Today is the day we turned 22. Ever since we were kids our parents have said we had a destiny to one day lead our witch Coven. Jacob's blonde hair blows in front of his face as we now face each other. He is slightly taller than me. My mother Eliza stands by my father. She crossed her arms over her chest walking up to me slowly.

"Don't be afraid honey. This is what you're born to do." She tucks hair behind my ear. My back stiffening at the thought if she's telling the truth. The thing about my brother and I is that we are twins. But witches without our own magic. Our mother calls it siphoning. Glancing over my shoulder to Jacob I gulped heavily, putting my hands in his starting the chant we were taught recently. The wind started picking up as I stare up to the sky. The moon moved out from hiding by the clouds glowing down at our current spot.

Jacob squeezes my hands sensing my nerves like always. "Eyes on me. Twins together forever." I sniffed through tears at our little vow to each other. I feel the magic from inside me disappear and some new coming to me meaning it had to be Jacob's. My eyes turn white at the same time as Jacob's. The leaves spin around us as the wind is much faster until we reached the end of the spell. Jacob and I get thrown backwards where I grunted immediately passing out for a little while.

"Jacob!" I suddenly gasped shooting up in a sitting position. My heart beating quick as my eyes flickered around the forest landing on my twin brother laying on his back. Rushing to my feet I dropped on my knees shaking him lightly trying to wake him up. "Jacob, Jacob. Come on wake up. Please wake up, Jacob." My father stepped up placing a hand on my shoulder making me whip my head up starting to cry. "Why - why won't he wake up dad - what's going on?"

Instead of responding he bends down removing the gemstone necklace from around his neck that he always wore, placing it in my hand. "You have won the Merge, Raelyn."

He walked away as I felt tears falling down my face not understanding any of this. "Tardus pulsatio, Tardus pulsatio, Tardus pulsatio!" I press my hands onto Jacob's chest chanting in an attempt to bring him back. My mother suddenly walked up trying to pull me away from him where I screamed. She keeps pulling as I am sobbing uncontrollably now feeling his presence inside me. "He can't die, mother...He's my brother, my twin...I won't lose him!" Suddenly I winced feeling my mother draw magic from me, yanking me away from my brother and locking his body in a boundary spell so when I ran up I smacked a wall.

"You're father threatened that if I told you two the truth that he would force you to do the Merge earlier. I'm sorry sorry Raelyn." Mother threw her arms down at her sides choking through tears at her lost son.

Stomping my boots in the dirt I started crying more out of such confusion. "Why would he - what the hell is the Merge, mother!"

She frustratedly runs her fingers through her hair, throwing her head back in agony. "It's a ritual that happens to twins born into our Coven. Since you and Jacob just turned 22 today that is the year to have the Merge...it's where you combine your strengths together...there can only be one winner."

Swaying on my feet I feel light headed where I might throw up or pass out again at the horror. My mother tried to come towards me but I clutched the necklace of my twin in my hands turning my hand red drawing the magic into myself. "Evanesco." Before her eyes my whole body disappeared like I was invisible giving me the chance to run from her. The wind blows through my hair as my legs just keep running until I collapse against a tree seeing the open road.

Waving my hands back and forth I luckily get someone to stop, rolling down their window I see a young boy with blonde hair and a kind smile. "Hey miss, do you need a lift?"

Nodding my head slowly he put the car in park coming to help me in the passenger's seat closing the door. He closed his door and started the car, giving me a weak smile. "I'm Matt Donavan. What's your name?" Glancing towards the boy out of the corner of my eye I wrap my arms around myself. If today had taught me anything it's that you can't trust anyone, especially your own family.

Shifting my back towards the guy I stared out the window feeling like my heart was gone. "Can you just drive please, Matt. I'm not feeling good." He turns the engine on pulling back onto the road. People say twins have a special connection. That they can know what the other is thinking and can feel their pain. The second part is true, because I can still feel Jacob's spirit inside me still.

"Eyes on me. Twins together forever." Those are the last words my brother would ever say.

Matt drove us into town and I stayed curled up in a ball the whole trip. I don't see how my parents thought keeping the truth from us was okay. That we didn't deserve to know that one of us would win but kill our sibling in the end. Resting my hands over my ears I press my forehead on the countertop of the bar. Hopefully I can just drown it all out or make it appear as a horrible nightmare that I can wake up from.

Knowing that now I clutch my hands into my hair mumbling to myself like a mato. "I'm never having kids. The Gemini Coven will murder them if I do."

Something gets sat down in front of me making me peak through my fingers of my left hand eyeing a drink. "What's this?" I questioned I sit up on the barstool while Matt started wiping down the counter with a rag.

He eyed me with a smile before I raised the glass to my lips taking a sip. "You looked like you could use a drink. No charge for the first."

Without thinking I down the rest sitting it on the table, pressing my hands against it. "Give me something stronger. The stronger the better."

He eyes me for a minute but goes to make the drink anyway. Reaching into my pocket I slowly pull out Jacob's necklace laying it in front of me. Brushing my fingertips over the light blue gemstone I sniffed through tears that immediately came just by staring at the piece of jewelry. "Invisique. Nullum visa laris."

My father was proud that I was alive so I can't trust that he won't come after me. Mother seemed ashamed that she lied. More so that she lost one of her children. Opening my eyes again I hope the spell works to cloak me so they can't do a locator spell. A glass gets slide my way when the front door of the bar opened and someone walks up taking a seat beside me.

"Strong scotch. May I ask what is troubling a lady like yourself?" My ears picked up on a British accent causing me to whip my head throwing my hair around.

The stranger smiles in my direction picking up a drink Matt had brought him that I hadn't noticed until now. "Unfortunately I don't talk to strangers so no." I scoffed flipping my hair towards him.

The British man chuckled taking a long sip from his glass still eyeing me from the corner of his eyes. I can feel my heart starting to flutter at hearing his laugh. Jacob always joked that I dreamed of falling in love with a man with any accent. But I can't deny that the British one was my favorite. "Then let's change that. My name's Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson." He sticks his hand out towards me turning in his chair to face me.

I nearly choked on my drink having to quickly sit the glass down. Hitting my chest as I have a coughing fit in an attempt to not choke. Eyeing him with uncertainty I put my hand in his shaking it slowly biting my lip. Klaus started to pull away but I siphon his hand suddenly twisting his wrist slamming him against the wall with my other hand holding him there.

"Ergh - what are you girl!" He grunts against the wall trying to break free.

Slowly walking up to him I keep my hand raised in front of me holding him there. Eyeing him up and down Klaus has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes that are now turning gold. He clutched his hands into fists still trying to fight against my grip. But somehow I knew I could take him, maybe now that I took my brother's power it gave me a booster. "There's something about you that I don't trust, Klaus. I trusted people closest to me and they betrayed me. So I'm not falling for your charms."

Turning my hand I dropped him to the ground where he growled up at me, heading for the door glancing over my shoulder I kept a brave face to him. "As for my name it's Raelyn Lane. I'd stay away if I were you Mr. Mikaelson."

“I will hunt you to your end, Witch!” He snarled, getting to his feet trying to grab my arm. Spinning around on my feet I threw him backwards once more rushing out the front door and into the parking lot.

Stumbling backwards I collided with someone where we both fell onto the pavement with me pushing my hair out of my face. My eyes noticed that it was a blonde girl that I had run into. “Urgh I’m sorry.”

“Oh…it’s alright. Here let me help you, I’m Caroline Forbes.” She offered her hands pulling me to my feet so we were both standing.

Dropped my hands down to my sides I shrugged my shoulders where I noticed a ring on her hand that I could tell was some sort of daylight ring. By the certain jewelry inside the ring making her a vampire. “I’m Raelyn and I’m sorry again for bumping into you. I was trying to get away from this weird guy.”

“Witch!….Caroline?” Whipping my head around I gasped seeing the same Klaus coming back out of the bar halting in his tracks but he still had golden eyes meaning that he wasn’t just a werewolf when I saw that he showed me his fangs.

Caroline quickly stepped in between us. “Klaus, slow down. I know you probably want to snap her neck but let’s not do that and use your words first.”

“I was simply trying to be nice to the girl until she threw me around with her magic. This is why I don’t like witches.” He slumped his shoulders in anger, sending me a dark glare.

Moving my hand forward I gently gripped the blonde by the shoulder making her wince. “I’m sorry about this, Caroline…invisaqui." Closing my eyes I turned invisible and quickly ran as fast as I could away from them where I could hear as I left.

"Ow! What kind of witch was she?" The blonde asked, rubbing her shoulder.

Klaus shrugged his shoulders frantically looking around, not seeing or hearing me anywhere in sight. "I don't know but she's bloody irritating!!!"

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[qualitymoonsuit]

Last night, I finished reading Indiana Jones and the Interior World, by Rob MacGregor. Now I'm reading a book that came in the mail back on Friday. It is called Indiana Jones and the White Witch, by Martin Caidin.

[that-kinda-good-writer]

HHH: PROLOGUE

HHH AUTHOR’S NOTE < Previous installment • Next installment > HHH CHAPTER ZERO

Synopsis: Preacher Jamie arrives in town. | Total number of words: 1.1k. | Reading time: 5 minutes.

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Navigation key: Y/N: your name, Y/L/N: your last name, Y/M/N: your mother’s name, Y/F/N: your father’s name, E/C: eye color, F/C: favorite color, H/C: hair color, H/L: hair length, S/C: skin color.

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Chapter warnings: accusation of witchcraft, biblical imagery/ references, brief depiction of punishment by whipping/ father threatening to whip daughter; please note that this was the norm of their time but is now considered an unruly practice, brief mention of death by hanging, church culture, Christian/ Satanism dynamics, mentions of the Salem Witch Trials, period-typical discrimination/ harassment against women.

Standard warnings: angst, biblical imagery/ references, brief mention of masturbation, church culture, Christian/ Satanism dynamics, cursing, female anatomy, mentions of death by hanging, mentions of the Salem Witch Trials, mentions of witch hunting, pet names used by Jamie (angel, dove, lamb) talk of lust, young woman/ slightly older man(?)

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Hawkins, Indiana

April 10th, 1692

“The Devil Has Come To Salem - Witches Are Everywhere.”

“What makes you say that?”

“It’s the headline of the newspaper, dear. Would you like to see it?”

The low crackle of wood burning in the fireplace took over the room. A middle-aged woman holding the newspaper shifted in the rocking chair near the bassinet where her one-week-old son was sleeping peacefully. She glanced at her husband, who was reading the Bible, and murmured, “Well?”

“I think not of it,” he responded after a long pause. “I try to stray from politics and other villages’ affairs.”

“Y/F/N,” the woman scolded. “How can you say that when articles are being published almost daily of the mass hysteria occurring in Salem as we speak? What if that hysteria comes to Hawkins?”

Outside of the couple’s cabin, thunder rolled in the distance. It had been a gloomy day. Everyone was restricted to their homes because of the weather.

“As you would know, Y/M/N,” Y/F/N said. “You’re not there anymore.”

“My childhood best friend was Elizabeth Proctor. We did everything together. Before I left with my family for Hawkins, we resided in Salem. We left because we thought the teachings of Reverend Parris were too harsh, and sometimes he acted as though he was above the law. When we moved, that was when I was a teenager, and that’s when I met you. You were already leading your ministry and doing a fantastic job. That’s what made me fall in love with you. I’ve been conversing with Elizabeth.

“She says poor old Rebecca Nurse had been found guilty of witchcraft and was jailed. She’s just an old woman! How could she do such a thing at her age? Hysteria can do a lot to the human mind, and we’re seeing it happen right in front of our faces. You should probably preach about it tomorrow.”

“And say what? We should all be scared of the Devil and spur the wrong notion?” Y/F/N questioned.

Y/M/N sighed, her eyes half-lidded. “I’m just simply suggesting what you should teach tomorrow.”

Before Y/F/N could reply, the door opened, and in walked their daughter. Y/M/N was alarmed, her eyes wide. “Y/N? What were you doing outside?! You are supposed to be sleeping!”

The young girl jumped at the noise of her mother and turned, her H/C, H/L flipping to the side. Y/N stuttered, “I, uh, um… I was hanging out with Anthony, Jackson, and Rhoda. We were dancing around a fire singing worship songs you taught me when I was a child.”

“You were what?” Y/F/N stood up while taking off his belt.

Y/N was very familiar with the punishment of whipping by his waistband, so she cowered against the wall in fear. Instantly, she quickly explained, “Father, we weren’t doing anything bad. Singing to the Lord is an important way of expressing our faith in Him. That’s what you said to me many years ago.”

“When you were a toddler, yes,” Y/F/N corrected. Y/N could feel his breath billowing in her face as if she was standing on a beach. She shivered as he continued, “But you are a grown woman, and you must realize that dancing is frowned upon at your age. You should be thankful that I approve of dancing until you come of age, Y/N. However, because you are officially an adult, you are no longer permitted to dance. Is that understood?”

Y/N hung her head, and in a barely audible whisper, she responded, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. Go upstairs, child, and ask God for His forgiveness for the sins you committed tonight.”

She hurriedly scampered to the second floor, tripping over her dress. Y/F/N made sure she went to her bedroom, and after verifying she obeyed him, he went back downstairs to rejoin his wife. Y/M/N gave Y/F/N a disappointed look as he put his belt on again. “You know, I expect better of you. Y/N is trying to live up to your standards, and you degrading her every time she messes up makes me upset. Humans aren’t perfect. She is just trying to figure out who she is and her role in this world, and if that means letting her be a child, then let her. Let God teach and guide her now. You’ve gotten her this far; let her take the reins.”

He exasperated, strolling over to the window in the kitchen. “I suppose in a sense, you’re right. But dancing is a sin, and she needs to be properly trained to be a woman of God. That is my task as her father. When she entered the world, that was the task He gave me.”

“And me,” Y/M/N murmured. She approached her husband and smiled gently, “Be more open-minded, darling. It unlocks a lot of opportunities.”

After kissing him, Y/M/N went over to the bassinet and delicately grasped her baby boy, and ventured upstairs to the bedroom they both shared while the infant slept in her arms. Y/F/N stood by the fire for a long time, pondering and praying. His final thought before drifting to sleep was that the Lord had good intentions for his family.

THE NEXT DAY…

Morning arrived quickly. The Y/L/N household was the first to turn on its lights, for that was the home of the prominent preacher, Preacher Y/F/N. He was already gone and at the church when Y/N and her mother awoke. That was the routine for the family. As Y/N got dressed, she wondered if her friends got in trouble last night as she did. Well, less sparingly than her. Rhoda’s father was strict, so it was likely that she would enter the church with whip marks on her back. Thankfully the dress covered every part of the body so she could conceal it and not be humiliated by her punishment.

Anthony’s parents were sometimes clueless about what their trickster son was up to. Y/N knew he wasn’t a disciplined young adult- he acted like a child. Everyone around town knew that his parents didn’t raise him right. Anthony would get drunk and be passed out in the streets; other days, he was retired to his bed the entire day because of too much alcohol consumption. He was an idiot. It wouldn’t surprise Y/N if he didn’t show up for mass.

“Mama,” Y/N said after she washed her plate. “I’m gonna head to the church.”

“Okay, dear,” Y/M/N replied. “Also, I heard a new preacher is in town to help your father maintain the church while he battles his illness.”

Y/N paused, blinking. She eventually said, “But Father is doing well. I don’t see anything wrong with him.”

“Your father is slowly dying,” Y/M/N whispered. “He just doesn’t show it to you. Don’t tell him I told you that.”

Tears brimmed the sides of Y/N’s eyes. Sniffling, she turned away and left the cabin silently. She wanted to figure out the mystery surrounding the new preacher. Who was he, and what did he want?

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[snowangeldotmp3]

just read a halloween ronance fic. in april. god bless 🫡