Candles
This time of year once again. One more round and we still here. Nothing much has change since last year, or at least I would like to think so. In that spirit I will post my first short story, nothing that big just my first draft of a fantasy story.
Candles
Rain pours down in the old church. A tall man touches the old rusty door handles and opens the door. The door clicks and he sees a river of candles illuminating the dark church. He hears whispers coming out of the shadows.
The smell of incense and burning wax penetrate his nose making his head a little dizzy. He walks. His boots splashing against the wooden floor makes some people turn around and stare at him with candles in their hands. He makes his way to the altar leaving trails of mud and water behind.