The Saints Of Swallow Hill Novels & Stories

Three days later, a piece of news spread throughout Swallowston—the annual church festival of Swallowston was around the corner. The church festival, simply known as Church Fest, was a gathering held at St. Elmer’s Church of Swallowston. According to history, a general by the name of Saint Elmer once lived in this church. Hundreds of years ago, when he arrived at Swallowston as a rogue, he led a group of rogues like himself to protect the tens of thousands of civilians in the country. After he fell in battle, the people built St. Elmer’s Church in honor of him.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

She forced her gaze away, begging not to see. The blurred pain was almost a sick reward, a medal men twice my age wouldn't be able to carry. I looked back to my father, who was grinning slyly, chuckling as he clapped with everyone else. I blinked down at my hand, letting a small smirk appear. I am Lorenzo Romano, and I am the fucking devil.

" It's fine. I can't concentrate with you by my side anyway. Your scent keeps tantalizing my senses. How about I take you around the library? Should you around? '' I couldn't speak for sometime. Words clogging up to my throat endlessly. I could only stare up at Theo dumbfounded. He just tells me the truth without breaking any sweat. He is so straightforward. He had confessed he couldn't concentrate with me beside him. Isn't that sweet? The squeeze from Theo pulled me back to reality and I cough a little before pulling my hand away from him when the warmth from his palm keeps teasing me. " I.. uh.. I do not want to look around. You can tell me instead about the library " " It's built by a man

kalthum asked " you were right , I didn't just go to the market , I also went to meet a particular person " Kalthum's eyes were wide agape " mom please don't tell me you have a lover and you're about to get married " Aunty Suwayba swats her hand " keep shut and let me finish " " then where did you go to?" " I went to see Faisal " " You did what??" " you heard me right dear. " Kalthum couldn't believe her ears " but I thought you said you won't meet up with him again "

Even though the three barrels still burned, they were the only ones left in Snakeland. Just as they were about to leave, a question popped into Jon’s head as if from nowhere. A stray thought that would not go away. He called to the departing figure of Brian Elder “Which saints were they? If you know.” The man stopped and yelled from the field. “What saints?” “The saints that Goody Smith had images of.” “Why, Saint Patrick, patron of Ireland. Saint Jude, patron of lost causes. And the last . . . ” “Yes?” A crooked smile. “Saint Fond, patron of falsely accused women.”

*** Chester stood on the shore of an island, it was an enormous island of about seven kilometers length and five kilometers breadth. It seemed to him like it was dome-shaped with an opeque glass one could not see through. He made one step towards the glass then he heard lightning sound and flash of red and white lightening strike at once. "The last saint is at the shore, he has arrived to challenge our developments," he heard an announcement coming from the dome-shaped glass just after the lightning has struck. Instantly the atmosphere which had been gay turned cloudy and dark, rumbling continued to be heard from a distance and flashing of lightning continued.

The moment she spotted me, her face lit up, and she rushed over to grab my hand. "Liam, this man's a scammer. He says this place is for sale, but this is our wedding home. How could you possibly sell it?" I shook her hand off and responded calmly, "I'm the one selling it. This was supposed to be our wedding home, but that ended the day we called off the wedding." Her eyes widened in disbelief. She began, "Are you still upset with me? I already explained everything that day. Besides, it only happened once with Julian, and it was just to fulfill his dying wish.

Maybe saints didn’t live in statues, but in stubborn girls who sang lullabies to their own shadows. Thunder growled in the distance, the Saints’ answer to my retreat. But this time, the storm felt different—not an end, but a beginning. ******