CUWAM- Notre Dame de Paris

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 26  Look at the photo at the top of this post. What does it inspire in you? Set your timer for 5 minutes. With the photo in mind, write the first words that come into your head until the buzzer rings. If you aren’t a visual person, you could try lighting a few candles and writing by candlelight. Different sensory experiences can be useful for inspiring creative writing so please play around to make the prompt suit your writing needs. If you do try writing by candlelight, let us know. I’d love to know how it works for you!

Evelyn did not like it here.

Her mother had promised her that if she was good whilst they did the weekly shop that they could stop by the town Cathedral and say a pray for Grandma.

Evelyn knew that Grandma was sick, but she did not quite understand why they had to go inside the big grey stone building to think about Grandma. Evelyn thought about Grandma all the time, she was so nice to her, always giving her chocolate bars and letting her stay up past her bedtime. She was not happy when she thought of her now in hospital with tubes and machines keeping her alive.

As she stood next to her Mother inside the Cathedral she began to wish she had been on her worst behaviour in the shopping centre….This place was horrible. It was dark, cold, and she did not feel safe, the smells, the damp air….No one was talking, it was quiet.

Evelyn stood statue still and close by her Mother’s side near an alter adorned with candles. Her Mothers eyes were closed, her hands joined in prayer. Tears fell silently.

‘ Mum’ she whimpered‘ Mum, I want to go’

But her Mother chose to ignore her.

‘Mum, I don’t like this place. I want to go home’ she pleaded

People in the Cathedral were now looking in her direction.

‘Evelyn, shhhhh’ whispered her Mother through clenched teeth.

And Evelyn froze. Her Mother could not be swayed, she had a message to give to God and would not be interrupted.

Evelyn closed her eyes, blocking out the darkness, and began to pray .… pray that soon she could leave this place and rejoin the afternoon sunshine.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Janelle W
    Nov 30, 2011 @ 03:24:56

    I can relate to this! I’m not sure why, but I’ve always felt uneasy inside churches, ever since I was a child. I sympathise with poor Evelyn!

    Reply

  2. Catch Up With A Mate
    Nov 30, 2011 @ 03:34:15

    Thanks for your comments Janelle…I dont quiet the same reaction as the main character in the story, but I can imagine as a child these places could be overwhelming…

    Reply

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