W.I.P. Excerpt

I feel bad that I haven't written much in this blog. I planned on writing on the topic of food and writing, but something came up and I am restricted on time. Therefore, here's a little excerpt on what I've been working on.

Behind tall towers and industrial plants, the sun began to sink. The sky was painted in livid colors of pink and violet hidden behind gray clouds. Evelyn held a book called the scriptures in her hands. She had found the title while numbly opening the first couple pages. After the fear had left and the rage had settled, curiosity was her vice. Her mind became tormented in the thought of never knowing, never understanding why something wanted her to know the name Yeshua, the now forbidden name of the long foretold savior of this book’s story.

Half an hour had passed and the book lay closed. It sat neatly without a page disturbed on top of the coffee table. A fan whirled in the corner of the room, producing a smooth serene back noise. Evelyn sipped at a warm mug of bitter tea because she had run out of sweetener and any money to buy more. As she stared into the clear vase of a dried up and blackened rose, her mind pondered the things she had just read.

Of four things Evelyn was certain. One, there was a reason masses of people destroyed the Bible. Two, the basis on which her innermost thoughts grew was a lie. Three, there was a God. Four, His judgment upon the world was closer than the air they breathed.