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He walks in the direction of the garden, where he and the master of the home once roamed. Where they sat beneath the evergreen and spoke about him taking Holy Orders. George feels the heavy weight of the cassock dwindle away, like water falling from his person. He walks through the arch of trees and grass crunches beneath his feet. For a moment, he hears a whistle through the air, as if an arrow has been let loose. There is a pressure upon his back; the left side, and it pushes through his cloak. A sting, a momentary sting and then blood. He does not look back at the crowd that has gathered at his execution, rather, he falls to the ground beneath the evergreen glade. He had once read a story of Valhalla to the children, of a place where the brave go when they die. But now, he thinks, there is no place more fitting for a martyr than the shade of the trees he shared with his lover.

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“I have so much to say to you that l am afraid I shall tell you nothing.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky

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"You can go to him, or whomever. I cannot stop you. All I will say is that, I enjoyed this experience and our time together. I pray I find someone who loves me, as much as you love him. As much as he loves you. But God knows, you were itching to leave me." - The Unlikely Fruit

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Welcome to my blog! Here you'll find my original poetry, my historical fiction short stories and art. I primarily write queer historical fiction, with religious themes. I plan to publish my poems and my original short stories, but for now, I love sharing them with you all here. Thanks for stopping by and also - consider following my twitter. Some housekeeping rules: I am 28, so please, no minors. Some of my content may be dark/focus on heavy potentially triggering things. I'll trigger warn but aside from that, don't police what I write/post.