Weekly Writing Challenge #167
Their clear voices rose above the valley, as the bell called the novices to practice. They were there to serve, to prepare for the day when they might be accepted, but none of them had any clue as to what they would have to endure.
Picture: South Portal of Chartres Cathedral, Martyrs, By Medieval sculptor – photo TTaylor, 2005, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=888289
In memory of Sophie and Hans Scholl
We will not disappear as others have done: our souls are strong, our minds clear, our wills steeled against the evils: we shall perdure.
My love, I will be with you to the end, the Enemy cannot steal our love, for us there will be no ending, only a change in our appearance…
As the swords fall
glimmer of ice