Ascent

Christians. That's what they call themselves, Christians. Those people who go to church, read the Bible, listen to the pastor as he goes on about what's is right and wrong in today's society. Women have no say to their rights. The women and young girls have to wear appropriate clothing that basically cover their whole body, no skin.

The men, however, tower over the women. Everyone must bow down to the men because they are the Holy sons of God the Father. Bullshit. I walked slowly around the little town of Holme Chapel. No sun in the high sky but to only be covered by the grey clouds spitting rain down to the ground below.

As I walked along the streets, I watch how people look at me with disgusted eyes as they either turn the other way around or walk around as if I'm a disease. Fuck them. Excuse my french but fuck them. The pastor has them brain washed about what they can or can't do. What they say about me is that I'm Satan walking on Earth. Yes I wear black clothing, yes I swear, yes smoke, but that doesn't mean a damn thing. I go, well went, to church growing up, I heard what the pastor said but since my old pastor died, the new one changed everything. Before all of this, we had our rights and we could do anything we wanted but now it's different.

My mother died during the process of changing the pastors. Soon after she died, my pastor passed away leaving me along with these dumb fucks.

Continuing the way back to my home, I lit up my cigarette as I inhaled the strong nicotine. I know smoking is bad for everyone but sometimes we all have to relieve stress somehow.

I walked into my home, straight up the stairs into my room leading me out to the rooftop of the house. I glanced as people walled by the house not looking towards my direction. The people look like miniature robots from my point of view. Robots are told what they are commanded to do by their master, or in this case the pastor, look the same, act the same, and have no say to anything.

These poor pathetic people.

Time slowly drifted away into the night. The bud of my cigarette burned out at I tossed it to the pavement below. I closed my eyes for a second feeling the warm cool breeze blow against my body. The breeze slowly reminded me of the night before when I had a dream of those ocean blue eyes burning into my own green emerald eyes with lust, whispering into my ear in a lustful tone, "Take me to church."

Notes

New story. New chapter. Same author. Let's see where this story is going to us as we read on. Enjoy!!