Begins to write a CreepyPasta... I walk. I walk not only because I don’t own a car, I walk because I want to. I walk past the pastry shop downtown, with its sweet aromas of frosting, and intoxicatingly lovely sugar. I walk past the grocery store, where I buy the food to make my meals. As I step lightly past its grungy boundaries on my daily commute, a boy outside pushing a row of carts, as was his job, smiles and waves hello. I put on a half-assed smile and wave back. Before he can say anything, I quickly turn cheek and pick up the pace. I’ve now been walking so long I forgot where I was going, but seeing its tall, archaic spires jogs my memory. Saint John’s First Cathedral… A place for Catholic worship, where I was the priest. My heart leaps over in my chest. I grin unbearably wide as I climb the marble steps, ready to do God’s will. Its an invigorating feeling. I step through the doors, shaking hands with all whom I pass. They smile and say hello, just as the boy had, and I give a half-assed smile to them, just as I had. I make my way through the mass, taking in the bleak, brown walls and the scent of… God. That’s the only way to describe it. All churches smell like this. I feel a real smile spread again… I make my way to the staff room. I walk in and close the door quietly behind me, “click.” I don my robes over my sweater and jeans, and give a sigh of relief. After six long days of hell, I am in heaven. I am with God and God is with me. I hear murmurs from the main hall and think to myself, “Oh, time to go I suppose…” I walk back out the door, and step towards the altar. It feels like what I’d imagine a famous musician feels as the step on stage, ready to perform for their adoring fans, only, the cheering is all in my head… The mass is silent... Its close enough. The service was glorious as usual. Sing to God, talk to God, drink to God, praise God. Despite the festivities, the thought of going back to my mundane house lingers in the back of my mind, causing me to occasionally stop momentarily, going silent. I’m shaken by one of my assistants and the service continues.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 23:36:54 +0000
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