{Original Fiction} - Faith Abandoned - In Sympathy For My Actions
Fandom: Original Fiction - Faith Abandoned
Name: In Sympathy For My Actions
Part: Two
Rating: 15
Words: 4,084
Authors Note: Verse at the start is part of Psalm 35
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'Plead my cause, oh Lord, with them that strive with me: fight against them that fight against me. Take hold of shield and buckler, and stand up for mine help. Draw out also the spear, and stop the way against them that persecute me: say unto my soul, I am thy salvation. Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.'
I sat in the darkened room, hoping, thinking… Almost praying. Two books sat in my hands. Both closed. They were the only books I owned now, the only ones that I could spare room for in the unorganised mess that I'd brought with me, the only belongings I had left in the world beyond clothes. I'd been looking at them for hours now and, even though it pains me to say it, inspiration was no closer now than when I pulled them out of my bag. I couldn't choose between them. One… One was my life, but I didn't know which anymore.
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Name: In Sympathy For My Actions
Part: Two
Rating: 15
Words: 4,084
Authors Note: Verse at the start is part of Psalm 35
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'Plead my cause, oh Lord, with them that strive with me: fight against them that fight against me. Take hold of shield and buckler, and stand up for mine help. Draw out also the spear, and stop the way against them that persecute me: say unto my soul, I am thy salvation. Let them be confounded and put to shame that seek after my soul: let them be turned back and brought to confusion that devise my hurt.'
I sat in the darkened room, hoping, thinking… Almost praying. Two books sat in my hands. Both closed. They were the only books I owned now, the only ones that I could spare room for in the unorganised mess that I'd brought with me, the only belongings I had left in the world beyond clothes. I'd been looking at them for hours now and, even though it pains me to say it, inspiration was no closer now than when I pulled them out of my bag. I couldn't choose between them. One… One was my life, but I didn't know which anymore.
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