One Paragraph Story - Creative Writing Assignment - Basically true
The last Basilian Father This Paragraph a False Assumption? An ancient priest in an over-starched cassock makes a special noise when he shuffles across Assumption Hall’s wooden floors. I listen while I pick the basement door’s antique lock. Click. I am in. Rotting hand-made wooden steps against the massive fieldstone wall. Shaky. I make it safely onto the heavily pock-marked basement floor. A string of Edison era light bulbs hangs above. Clothesline style. I am facing a moss-lined tunnel that slopes toward the Detroit River. An iron bar gate blocks the way. Sigh. Another lock to pick. I hear the priest. He is at the top of the stairs. Cough. Door slams. Lights off. First Version (too long) Stephen Weir Weir031, 4 th year Creative Writing An ancient priest in an over starched white cassock makes a special noise when he shuffles across the wooden floors of Assumption Hall. “Poke me hard if you hear him comin’,” I whispered to my look-out. “You are out-of-date my friend. Ther