first draft of a short piece i'm writing.

[_walk_slow]

A sharp scent of liquor lingers dangerously in the stale warm air of the sanctuary. Its presence is marked by littered red cups whose contents once held not sacred wine, but cheap tepid beer. Sprawled on the aged and arthritic pews are found the empty vessels of curious teenaged students

Comments

[teethtooth]

this is good drew

[randy_mollusks]

Impressive.
I like it a lot.