I am not filing my brain with enough awesomeness.

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Father Branson

He saw the great church jutting up on the horizon. Long abandoned and in disrepair, its dilapidated bell tower bit into the gray sky like a rotten tooth. As if in recognition of his presence, the broken bell high in the church belfry slowly rang. Dong.. Dong... Dong.. Its peals slow and out of tune hung unnaturally in the air sending a shiver down his spine. The sound of the bell seemed to compress the air around him making the very atmosphere breathe. His knees weakened. He knew the church was empty unused for well on fifty years. But yet the bell rang; its rotten ropes pulled by things unknown.

Unconsciously his hand grasped the crucifix that hung around his neck covered by his tunic. The symbol of the suffering of his savior and the wellspring of his faith. His eyes unable to pierce the shadowy gloom of the belfry, he walked forward towards a church that was the resting place of the damned.

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Halloween Week

Sometimes I forget that this is Halloween week and when I see people dressed up as zombies and wraiths I momentarily think they are real zombies and wraiths. I then find myself looking for blunt instruments that can be used as weapons and the quickest means of egress. This happened to me in a bodega yesterday. Luckily we were all able to laugh it off in the emergency room.

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