Master of Ravens
1
My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of
God's chosen man (short story) by VivaAnimals2000, literature
Literature
God's chosen man (short story)
I could feel the blade cut into the right arm and I could feel the blood flowing as I carved a cross into it. But just like God sacrificed his only son, I too must suffer. I let the blade slowly come to rest against my left arm and then let its blade carve a cross into it as well. But just like God sacrificed his only son, I too must suffer. The pain that I feel is unbearable, yes, the pain is so unbearable that I can feel it far, far into my soul. But I don't care about the pain that burns in my arms and in my soul, the only thing I care about right now is punishing her for the sins she has committed. I've seen her sneak off to the bar after work, I've watched her come home with bottles full of gin and whiskey, and I've watched her hide behind our house and drink all the bottles of gin and whiskey. It is my job as a priest to put an end to this, it is my job as God's chosen man to punish all sinners. No sinners shall be allowed to enter my house and pester it, I forbid it! God will be