A novice #fivewords

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

#WritersWednesday: September 26 – Endings

In memory of  Sophie and Hans Scholl

He says:

We will not disappear as others have done: our souls are strong, our minds clear, our wills steeled against the evils: we shall perdure.

She says:

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

immortal angels