Puritan Style

Mockingjay sits in the corner. Waiting patiently to be read, but I must not. Such things are forbidden. I have already angered God enough. My eyes have scanned those pages of fiction, something those who wish to go to heaven must never do. I pick it up,and hold it. Thinking whether I should read it or not. Something evil takes hold of me and the book opens. I turn to page 20 and read...

I have sinned, and as God holds me over the pit of hell I beg for mercy. I doomed myself that fateful day in August. Hopefully it is damage that can be undone. I do not know. All I do know is that the Reverend has caught me in church reading that wretched thing. The evil forced me to take it to church, and now I will most definately pay.

I have finished the book. Secretly it lies under my coat as I am chained to the stocks. I read when nobody is around. I will rid myself of this temptation once my punishment is complete. I only pray that God accepts that much.


This was an example of a Puritan story/sermon. It's late and I'm tired so I don't know how good it is or if it even makes sense. Hopefully it isn't too weird. It certainly felt strange trying to write this thing.