Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned...
Vocal Community Microfiction Series - Confessions
Father Damien heard the confessional door slide shut.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned..."
Father Damien frowned. The penitent's voice was soft but oddly familiar.
"I have committed the sin of theft and cheated a man in a game of cards." Before the penitent could elaborate, Father Damien spoke.
"Gambling is a dangerous vice," he admonished. "Who did you cheat?"
"Um...a man in a black coat and hat. He hid his face with a scarf."
Silence fell inside the confessional.
"F-Father?"
"You son of a bitch!"
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really good, captured all the elements of a great story in short
this is why my mother never believed in confessing to a priest--they are only human after all!😂
You did it again with this one, Loryne! You built back story and world-building all into a few beautifully constructed sentences. Amazing 🤩
Very good, definitely elicited a chuckle and lingering smile!
Came here from Naomi's page. This was flipping hilarious. Lowkey, it was the kick of dopamine I needed. I would've liked to see the priest shove through the shroud with angry hands yelling, "Give me back my collections! Do You have any idea how many Sundays I spent collecting that!" Imagine him being pissed especially since a rich family visited recently tithing a hefty sum, affording the Church some new golden cups and even a golden jeweled Tabernacle.
Perfectly done!
Haha bad priest
So clever! Love the way you did this! 🤗❤️
Amazing story! I love that it's short... Thanks a lot stupid brain.
That was excellent, concisely brilliant.💙Anneliese
Hilarious piece with so much to unpack. What a great entry!
Lol. Good one.
Ha ha…dear Father, you’re busted I like this one
I think I know that Priest
This is such a great little story, Loryne! I loved the twist! Good job!
Golden. Ok…. Now what?! 🤔😁
This is so well done, Loryne. Also highly entertaining :) Thank you for this awesomeness!
Awesome work, Loryne! Great little microfiction...hypocrisy, thy name is Father Damien. Also, as an Omen fan, I love that his name is Damien. 🤣
Lol, hypocrite much. This was so amazing!
Even seeing it coming from a mile away, a priest yelling, "You son of a bitch!" is priceless.
Awesome!!! Loved it!!!💖💖💕
I wonder how loud did Father say (shout?) his last remark?:)
🤣 Love it. Kill three birds with one stone! Great one.
Very nice.
Aha... Looks like the Father needs to visit the confessional booth himself.