"_Among the depths of the fog, he arrived in front of a large gate covered in rust, and ivy. Large stone pillars on each sides of it continued to encircle the area with stone short walls. Greenery was thriving here and he hastily figured why he was so needed in this place, even if he thought the position was for a grave-digger ? He was now unsure of himself. The man couldn’t see further away than a stone and dirt path marked by large green pine trees. Even larger than the one he had seen on his way here. Moss covered the walls, and the soil around the trees, even climbing onto it. The young gardener dropped his tools in a careless clatter, breathing heavily and rubbing the sweat away from his mysterious face : « -Damn it. Y’can’t see fuck all here. » He grunted through his teeth looking around him. A large rotten cross made out of wood was towering him on his left. He seemed to have arrived where he was supposed to he. Still, to reassure himself and in annoyance also, he bent his knees, holding his oil-lamp closer to his face, looking for a wooden sign, anything. A plank of wood, rotten too and covered in vines was hardly sitting on the stone-wall. He ripped it off of it, revealing old scriptures carved in the wood. In a struggle, he tried to read it : « Saint-Prud… Saint-Preud ? Saint-Prudence. Saint-Prudence Convent. » He sighed, relieved to know he was in a right place, but annoyed at his reading difficulties."

Part of Chapter 1 of "The Book of Vernon" or whatever I will call it :) #gothic #writing #writer #gothstories #goth #smutwriter #nsfwwriter #draft

Not proof-read or anything, it is still a draft, let me know what you think ! 🖤