Couldn't Do It Alone....

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hmm this Tom kid is intriguing
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Well, yeah, guess he is.
I need to figure some stuff out before the sermon....like what should be in it and stuff.
May make up some biblical referances, just to keep it tied to the story.. It isn't a story about Church in retrospect anyway.
 
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(Chapter 3, part 6)

Okay, here it is.
Not much of a sermon, I'm sorry.
Also, sorry if it isn't as detailed and is shorter then most of my other parts...I dunno what is wrong with me today. :(

Anyway, we take a short look into Brother David, not much, just a little bit and his torrid affair of the past...

Note: Again, no offense to priests,God, Church or anything like that.


(Chapter 3, Part 6)


“God…hears the cries of us mortal men, yet we mortal men are too wrapped up in our own problems to acknowledge Him,” stated Brother David with clarity.
“I look upon the people sitting before me and would advise you all to repent your sins as quickly as you can, for God will judge you not unless there is need for you to be judged,” preached Brother David before he suddenly sighed after stating this fact.
I noticed his shoulders slump down slightly and gazed out at us with the look of a tired man.
“I can safely say that being a man of the Cloth for over ten years, even I too have sins I want to forget about,” stated Brother David.
I did not know what he was talking about. Brother David usually goes off in a monotonous speech about God, but today he seemed to act differently.
I heard my father lightly cough and turned to look at his face behind me. He seemed slightly distressed for some reason. I turned back as Brother David continued.
“The time has come for a confession to be known in the open. This sin is personal to me because I am the one who caused it,” said Brother David, ignoring the murmurs from some of the people in the aisles.
“My sin is one of Lust, pure and simple. I shall not go into details for God forbids me so. But I shall admit my guilt before you all and before God. I have committed adultery with one of my parishioners, I shall not say whom, but I want them to know that I have forgiven them and myself and hope they also forgive me,” remarked Brother David with conviction, pounding his fist into his other hand with vigour.
“Now, I shall let myself be at the Mercy of God and reflect upon my own actions in the past,” continued Brother David as another bout of murmurings died down.
“For without my Faith, I would have surely lost my way. With these thoughts in mind, good people, let us pray,” stated Brother David as he finished his sermon (or half of one) and put his hands together as he closed his eyes and bowed his head.
Everybody else in the Church followed suit, even me. I did not really understand what Brother David had said, was he admitting to fooling around with somebody from our group at the Church? I could hardly grasp my mind around it, but in the back of my mind as I was praying God to forgive me sins, one simple word as a question nagged at me…Who?
After ten minutes of praying, the whole group arose from the aisles and watched as the six other boys and I came out from our seats and stood in the middle where there was a red carpet going towards the marble draped at the front.
We walked single file slowly but surely until we all stood facing the rest of the church-going group.
I took a quick glance at Tom before we started to sing “Nearer My God To Thee” and noticed he seemed somewhat relaxed. Normally he would look upset, but today he was probably in a good mood.
Brother David was to the side, moving his hands as a conductor. Being the one who taught us the song, Brother David would of course conduct us.
Brother David seemed slightly more tense then usual but I hardly acknowledged that as I was trying to keep up with the other six singing. I knew the words, but it all seemed very dull to me. Sure, it sounded cool how our voices reached the ceiling and echoed around, but other than that it was nothing I took seriously. Hey, if your mother were the one to make you join when you were young and made to sing in a high-like voice in front of basically the whole town in a dress, you’d complain too, right?
Well, that was, unless you were Billy Watkins or one of those girly girls.
After we finished, there was some polite clapping and we all returned to our seats.
After that, we sang a few more songs as a whole group and then at around about nine, Church was over.


(to be continued...)
 
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hmm...that was...highly unusual lol.
Have you ever read The Scarlet Letter? Reminds me of it.

His "sermon" was extremely short and...weird...haha.
 
haha no it's ok, I just think maybe you should have implied that there was more before that or something instead of that being the entire thing.
 
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haha no it's ok, I just think maybe you should have implied that there was more before that or something instead of that being the entire thing.
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I implied that.....twice.
Maybe you just did not notice it.
At least, I think I did....can't remember.
 
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-~-Daisy-~- said:
no, in fact you even said something about it being half a sermon
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I know....that was the imply that it was not that long...

*sighs*

Anyway, I said I sucked at stuff like that.
Maybe I should just quit the story for a while...
 
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no, what I mean was I think you should imply that he said more before what you recorded, because if it was only what you had there it would be really ridiculous.
NO don't quit! I was just giving some constuctive criticism =[
 
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no, what I mean was I think you should imply that he said more before what you recorded, because if it was only what you had there it would be really ridiculous.
NO don't quit! I was just giving some constuctive criticism =[
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Recorded...this isn't a tape or video...lol.
But, I know what you mean.
It is meant to be ridiculous....it is a comedy story after all.
I don't like to take much of what I write seriously, unless it is a serious story.
Besides, a man like Brother David, despite being a Priest, is still a man whom has his own sins and would no doubt have lost his nerve because the past is catching upto him.

Anyway, thanks for offering advice, though my "sermon" is bad.

I didn't mean quit it but just lay off it for a while until my self-confidence is boosted again.
 
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Decided to put up what I have done so far...think of it what you will.


(Chapter 3, Part 7)

As I made my way with my mother to the doorway, I suddenly felt somebody clasp my hand. I glanced at the person in question to give them a talking to when I noticed it was Jenny, the girl who I guess liked me. Though why she liked me I had no idea. I mean, I like her, but I figured that was normal, boys like girls casually. But I think Jenny lost the point. Not that I’m complaining about having a girl like me, but for some reason it felt kind of…weird. I was still getting used to the idea of puberty that would eventually kick in. I didn’t need a girl to confuse me any further.
“I liked your singing, Henry,” stated Jenny with a slight smirk on her face. I had to admit, she looked pretty cute with the smile. She was pretty cute to begin with.
“Uh, thanks,” I stated rather awkwardly, feeling my face getting hotter as Jenny stared into my eyes. We both glanced away in embarrassment and continued walking. My mother had gone ahead of me, possibly to greet Brother David at the door. I could see my Dad and Claire also ahead of me.
Jenny seemed to grasp my hand slightly, making me glance at her again. She had this knowing smile on her face and for some reason it filled me with dread.
“Henry, do you think I’m sexy?” she suddenly asked me.
At first I didn’t respond. How could I? What was a thirteen-year-old guy going to say? It was a very straightforward question but the way she said it, it seemed so curious for her to ask me.
“What...what do you mean?” I asked her, stumbling slightly over my words.
“Well, I heard my dad say that he liked a woman on television because he thought she looked sexy,” stated Jenny clearly.
Jenny lived with her father, a bit like Tom did, but aside from Tom, Jenny was a girl and her dad was not so much a lazy bum as Tom’s dad.
“Well, I don’t know…” I stated, even though my mind was screaming YES!!!
Jenny seemed sort of bummed at this.
“Oh,” was all she stated and the rest of the walk to the church doors we did in silence.

(to be continued...)
 
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Sorry for delay. It was hard to find out what happened next.
Anyway, conclusion of chapter 3 and sorry it isn't that long.


(Chapter 3, Part 8)


I felt like a fool as we were walking along. Jenny probably thought I was a fool too.
I tried to avoid looking at her as we walked out, letting go of her hand as we emerged into the sunlight from the dreary church.
I watched as Jenny left my side, her Sunday dress seeming to make her look more noticeable then I gave her credit for. She turned and smiled at me and I smiled back, watching her turn around and get back into her car with her parents.
“Do not let your mind dwell on such things, lad,” said a voice beside me. I glanced to the side of me and saw Brother David with a somewhat stern yet distant look on his face.
“It is not good for the soul,” he murmured before my attention was drawn to my mum’s loud voice.
“Henry! Stop standing there like a turnip and hurry up!” snapped my mum at me that made me jump slightly.
She was sitting in the car waiting for me, a vengeful look upon her face.
I knew it was probably about her being upset with dad, but still it did not feel good to have your mum shout for you just after church.
I grew red in the face with embarrassment but realised it did not matter what other people thought. Using this thought as a confidence boost, I marched over to the car and got in the passenger side, banging the car door after me.


(End of Chapter 3, to be continued...)
 
Hey everybody...I've started this again. Please note that the subject of Gay people is merely mentioned, it will not feature in my story but reflects the character's way of thinking one thing and believing things he is told when he was younger. It is not meant to offend anybody. Thank you.



Chapter 4: The Lighter Incident.


The ride home seemed shorter then I remember. I kept fiddling with the hem of my Angelic Proclaim robe, yanking it down slightly cause it was riding over my knees. I felt embarrassed enough as it was just wearing the stupid thing. Sure, I was wearing some boxer shorts underneath but it still felt silly.
My mother did not pay attention to me. She still had the look of thunder on her face as we rode up into our driveway.
I did not really know what it was she was angry about but I assumed it had something to do with me. I was the cause of my mother’s anger mostly, especially after she had a couple of drinks. One night she drank too much and started cussing at me because she mistook me for Dad. I decided to ignore her after that night.
I watched as my mum left the car and followed behind her into the house. I immediately shut the front door behind me after we entered and watched my mum walk towards the kitchen. It was obvious to me what she intended to do so I decided to go up to my room before she came back.
I took the stairs two at a time, I wanted to get this stupid “skirt” off me as quickly as possible. I had heard when I was ten from the older boys who were previous members of Angelic Proclaim that the more you wore the robe the more queer you became. Now, I did not really understand what they meant until Tom had explained to me that queer meant two guys who liked each other…a lot. Needless to say I was disgusted by it and I somewhat still feel a bit weird about it now but understand it is a choice for guys to make.
I tried asking my Dad about it when he came over last year but he merely told me it was best not to question it. I suggested I’d ask my mother but he said she’d probably put soap in my mouth for such things since she is a “devoted Christian” and things like two guys liking each other is a sin or something.
Frankly, I could have cared less what my mother thought but I had agreed and never mentioned it to her.
I made my way into my room and immediately took my Angelic Proclaim robe off after closing my bedroom door behind me. I stood there in my boxer shorts gazing at the white coloured material within my hands. Scrunching it up, I flung it to the sidewall where it landed on top of my waste paper basket. I did not care if my mum found it there, she was used to it and did nothing but hang it up in my closet as if on display for all to see. She seemed to believe having me as part of our Local Choir Group made up for some of the things the neighbours already thought about us. Believe me, it didn’t.
I had once heard one day in Church a woman whisper to her neighbour as I walked by, “They seem to let anybody into Church these days. That mother of his tries too hard,”
I did not really care what they thought or said but it did leave me feeling slightly depressed that day. But I just had to sing and bear with it.
I felt inside one of the pockets of my boxer shorts. I felt the lighter my Dad had given me yesterday. I had contemplated at leaving it at home before we had left but I felt more comfortable in Church, the weight of it pressing against my leg slightly every time I moved put my mind at ease. Because of this I had coped with the pressure to sing with my Dad and Claire there. I took my hand from my pocket and held the closed lighter in my clenched fist.


(to be continued...)
 
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Decided to edit more in the above post since I felt it was too short a part.

Will put up more once I have more. Thank you.

SimonW.
 
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