Sister Noelia was alive. To begin with, there can be no doubt about that. To confront a further suspicion the reader may have of her, based on events in this tale, she was not only alive but very much sane. In fact, she was beloved and respected throughout not just the convent but the town of Santiago de Compostela, where she lived. And no wonder! None of the sisters were as diligent in their duties to God, nor as modest...

"Bless me, Mother, for I have sinned." "Are your sins of the flesh?" "Always." "Then proclaim them to the convent, that we may rejoice in them." The sisters leaned in to hear, the excitement already palpably transmitted through their Implants. Confession had become everyone's favourite hour since the Conversion. "I have taken men and women in my bed, and..." "This is the language of the past, daughter. Do not fear to name...

None of it made any sense.Her one true love was the Lord.Who did this random guy think he was, traipsing into her life, captivating her with friendship, then tantalizing her with something more?She could not even.Early that morning, seated on her threadbare bed, she scanned the sparse room for any items she may have forgotten. She remembered that she wasn't the only woman on the campus experiencing conflicting desires.She...

None of it made any sense.Her one true love was the Lord.Who did this random guy think he was, traipsing into her life, captivating her with friendship, then tantalizing her with something more?She could not even fathom it.Early that morning, seated on her threadbare bed, she scanned the sparse room for any items she may have forgotten. She remembered that she wasn't the only woman on the campus experiencing conflicting d...

For several days, the villages toiled from dawn to dusk, building something almost next to my hut. Maria was clearly excited by the development. Joe had only been gone three days, yet it seemed like ages. There was a commotion going on in the village early one morning. A huge Crocodile was on the riverbank, basking in the sun. Clearly, he was not welcome. The building work had to stop because the felled trees were brought...

The only thing that I ever wanted to be was a nun. I was eighteen when I entered holy orders at the convent in Kilkenny. There were twelve nuns already well established and I was the first new novice in four years. I found only one thing. An intense feeling of love from them all. After three very happy years, the mother superior sent for me and told me that I was to be sent out to a little village in Nigeria to establish...

The cloistered sisters of the Upper Weston on Mersey Abbey were reputed to be seriously dedicated to their vows of silence and humility, but had been a little less circumspect with regard to the demanding vow of chastity. That was the vow that impacted the younger nuns with far more frustration than any of the other affirmations of devotion to the service of God.When Angela Landsborough took the partially binding vow afte...

There's a small convent on the outskirts of our town, stuck between an overgrown playground and a garage that got closed down a decade ago, when mechanics suddenly had to stop using a wrench and learn how to use a computer.We park in the driveway in front of the garage. Lucy is driving. I asked her to, even though she doesn't have a license because my head hurts and my hands won't stop shaking. She seems a little worried,...

Breaking In Sweet Jennifer... by alexcarr © When Jennifer came to me it was like a new life beginning. Sweet, sweet and innocent Jenifer who - at nineteen, had never had a boy friend straight from a convent. She wanted a room to set up her independence and to get settled in with her online university studies.The owner of a hotel which had been converted into bed sitting rooms I was delighted to give her a room for a minim...