http://slow.writerscafe.org/whengodsfall The original writings of author Justin Littlefield en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776189164 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When the day had come that Trinity’s children be auctioned off for adoption, Father Erickson rose to see, from his second story window, that multiple carriages already awaited their welcome. As he readied himself for the day, his only conscious vision was the image of Marideth, the flashing m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whengodsfall/1566258/ Over the several years which succeeded the death of Julia Halverson, Trinity transformed. Sister Hilary was ordained Mother of the establishment; with her influence heavy on Erickson, the two seemed to have made the orphanage something wonderful, more of a home than it had ever been. A new mood set.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whengodsfall/1566256/ Let nature live and last. Let it change itself and us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whengodsfall/1557032/ Father Sinclair trailed behind Erickson and Trinity’s contemporary prioress up a steep path in the hungry stomach of the Wanton Woods. The three were quiet, anxiously patient for impending dilemmas. It was strange how soundless the forest was, strange and entirely ominous. It seemed that the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whengodsfall/1544344/ It was the last hour of solar eminence, the skies splattered red and gold, when Father Erickson rode into town, Madeline unconscious in his grasp. Hilary trailed miles back, doing her best to navigate the Mother’s horse as well her own. Crest Haven was considered a large settlement for the ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whengodsfall/1544343/ The horizon bloomed a deep blue, glimmering impending dawn upon the compact ranges of trees. Father Erickson and the two eldest matrons mounted glorious steeds, bracing the brim of grim woodlands. They were stationed dormant, gazing onward off into the remote wilderness; only could darkness be disti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whengodsfall/1544342/ When Easter dawned upon Trinity that year, it was conceivable to see that infirmity had plagued the state of the facility. The sound of heavy downpour drummed, thunder resonating. Erickson woke several hours before the sun, rushed to the window, and heaved it open to vomit out. Doing his best to re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whengodsfall/1544284/ Tis to the morning of good Friday I take you reader, the day succeeding where we left off. It was the prime of Spring, the emerald landscapes bountiful with floral brilliance, sounds of jubilant birds grateful that the sun showered warmth. Cloudless were the skies that morning; the great fifty acre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whengodsfall/1544282/ “She’s back!” “She’s returned!” “The witch is out of the dungeon!” “Look there, it is her!” Whispered the children as Father Erickson lead the girl of their interest down the arched rear passage, into the Hall of Beds. The priest held her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whengodsfall/1544281/ At first, there was only silence in the old moldered torture chamber, darkness and nothingness, no light to shine upon the abysmal artifacts there. Marideth was left to her mind, to sort out the evil dwelling within it. A constant chain of prayer muttered out from her mouth, her lips barely parting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whengodsfall/1532699/ It's an older song, but I'll be posting a few of these here. 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