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Bible-fic: Storm Clouds
Jul. 1st, 2009 12:21 amSo I was going to have a really productive evening of editing, to make up for my rather faily afternoon (I blame the heat), but having gone to church I found myself seized by the urge to write fic based on Matt 8:23-8, which was the Gospel of the day. I, er, blame the heat (which probably also explains the number of bad-tempered people in it).
Storm Clouds
Bible-fic, based on Matt 8:23-8/ Mark 4:35-41 (actually, it’s mostly based on Matthew, but the cushion is borrowed from Mark, because it’s the sort of detail that sticks with you.)
1747 words.
Warnings: well, it contains Christianity, sarcasm, bad temper, a whacking great miracle, and violent sea-sickness. It’s probably not very kind to Peter or James, in one sense, and certainly unkind to Matthew, in another. It didn’t happen like this, of course: this is only my re-imagining.
I hope I haven’t perpetrated any too egregious nautical howlers, my sailing experience being sadly limited, but I have a horrible suspicion I am thinking of the wrong sort of boat. (I’m also not entirely sure why Mark is so insistent that Jesus was in the stern, because I’d have thought the bow was more out of the way if you were going to have a quiet nap without, e.g., the helmsman standing on your head, but, as I say, I may be thinking of the wrong sort of boat.)
Summary: ( the only thing more frightening than being trapped in a storm in a small boat is being in a small boat with someone who apparently controls it. )
Storm Clouds
Bible-fic, based on Matt 8:23-8/ Mark 4:35-41 (actually, it’s mostly based on Matthew, but the cushion is borrowed from Mark, because it’s the sort of detail that sticks with you.)
1747 words.
Warnings: well, it contains Christianity, sarcasm, bad temper, a whacking great miracle, and violent sea-sickness. It’s probably not very kind to Peter or James, in one sense, and certainly unkind to Matthew, in another. It didn’t happen like this, of course: this is only my re-imagining.
I hope I haven’t perpetrated any too egregious nautical howlers, my sailing experience being sadly limited, but I have a horrible suspicion I am thinking of the wrong sort of boat. (I’m also not entirely sure why Mark is so insistent that Jesus was in the stern, because I’d have thought the bow was more out of the way if you were going to have a quiet nap without, e.g., the helmsman standing on your head, but, as I say, I may be thinking of the wrong sort of boat.)
Summary: ( the only thing more frightening than being trapped in a storm in a small boat is being in a small boat with someone who apparently controls it. )