Holiest of Holies: Fantasy

Feb. 14th, 2008 03:45 pm
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Love was what put it all back together. Her love, the love she had had for her mate and their family, the love she had had for her community, the love she had had for her faith and for the pilgrims it brought, who paid to help the community be strong, safe, and holy. Until it was all broken down into pieces. But her love was what pulled the pieces back together, beginning with the stained glass rose window, the largest window of the Holiest of Holies, into which only the priests dared go. With all the priests dead, everybody had wandered around in a daze. Until she saw the rose window shattered on the ground outside the studio. It had taken her only a few moments to realize that she could touch the holiest--

Inspiration: Er, today's Valentine's Day. So I thought "love!" But that didn't turn out too well.
Story Potential: Low. Ack, I want to spit after writing this tripe.
Notes: I have an excuse. I'm quite rusty--haven't written any of these at all since I went in for surgery. Did finish a story, though!


Edit: Oops, I meant to put this in [livejournal.com profile] penthius!
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