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Last Time to Church by shadesmaclean, literature
Literature
Last Time to Church
The last time I went to church,
I understood, beyond all contradiction,
that I did not belong here.
I looked around and saw this was a place for
people who required permission
to do what they they think is right,
or an excuse to do what they know is wrong.
Here, at the intersection of tradition and conformity,
all intentions are twisted awry where they meet.
I could see I was growing into someone
who had my own reasons for living,
hopelessly alien to this place
where the Bronze Age still lingered,
groping for relevance in the Space Age.
Becoming more apparent all the time
that its dogmas hold no answers, then or now.
The past holds much to le
When Past and Present Collide pg4 by PhoenixFirre, literature
Literature
When Past and Present Collide pg4
The orphanage was in dead silence, except for one room. The cobwebs and broken toys were the only sign that it was once inhabited. In the middle of the room, Amelia was on the floor struggling quietly with the ropes around her paws whilst Silver sat in a chair, rambling on.
His laughter quieted down as he took a took breath. "Good times, good times." He said softly. Suddenly, the rage and savage look returned to his eyes as Amelia met them. "I looked for you for so long." He said. "I was back living here when I finally got word of your new life." Silver then leaned back in his chair and sighed. "That was the final day this building held orph
