Quasimodo
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Quasimodo, meanwhile, had his hand over his mouth, eyes wide with childlike concern.
October 18, 2025 at 6:42 PM
Quasimodo, meanwhile, had his hand over his mouth, eyes wide with childlike concern.
“It sings,” he whispered, as though afraid to disturb it. “A tiny bell without a tower.”
October 18, 2025 at 5:38 PM
“It sings,” he whispered, as though afraid to disturb it. “A tiny bell without a tower.”
then down to the glowing contraption that seemed to command everyone’s attention.
“What… what is it doing?” he asked, voice gravelly yet tinged with wonder. He took a cautious step closer, tilting his head as the toaster clicked softly.
“What… what is it doing?” he asked, voice gravelly yet tinged with wonder. He took a cautious step closer, tilting his head as the toaster clicked softly.
October 18, 2025 at 5:36 PM
then down to the glowing contraption that seemed to command everyone’s attention.
“What… what is it doing?” he asked, voice gravelly yet tinged with wonder. He took a cautious step closer, tilting his head as the toaster clicked softly.
“What… what is it doing?” he asked, voice gravelly yet tinged with wonder. He took a cautious step closer, tilting his head as the toaster clicked softly.
From the dim corner of the room came a shuffling sound—heavy, uneven footsteps that creaked the old floorboards.
Quasimodo hesitated in the doorway, broad shoulders hunched, one hand clutching the frame for balance. His wide, curious eyes flicked from Erik to Yeshua,
Quasimodo hesitated in the doorway, broad shoulders hunched, one hand clutching the frame for balance. His wide, curious eyes flicked from Erik to Yeshua,
October 18, 2025 at 5:36 PM
From the dim corner of the room came a shuffling sound—heavy, uneven footsteps that creaked the old floorboards.
Quasimodo hesitated in the doorway, broad shoulders hunched, one hand clutching the frame for balance. His wide, curious eyes flicked from Erik to Yeshua,
Quasimodo hesitated in the doorway, broad shoulders hunched, one hand clutching the frame for balance. His wide, curious eyes flicked from Erik to Yeshua,
“I… Uhm.. is-.. is quiet?”
May 26, 2025 at 10:08 PM
“I… Uhm.. is-.. is quiet?”
“Ages!! Ages and ages and ages!”
May 26, 2025 at 5:52 PM
“Ages!! Ages and ages and ages!”
“Don't know…”
He hadn't seen him in a long time.
He hadn't seen him in a long time.
January 8, 2025 at 9:23 AM
“Don't know…”
He hadn't seen him in a long time.
He hadn't seen him in a long time.
“I.. M-missed you!!”
January 8, 2025 at 12:26 AM
“I.. M-missed you!!”
“I-I d-on’t think I’ll be a Saint”, he mumbled. “I.. I like my head.”
January 3, 2025 at 7:53 PM
“I-I d-on’t think I’ll be a Saint”, he mumbled. “I.. I like my head.”
“‘Mm sorry your head got cut off.. it c-an’t h’v been fun. But, but now you’re Saint!
Being Saint must be fun!
Do you get to be Saint if you’re nice to Jesus? Or is it ‘cause your head got cut off?”
The hunchback trailed off to mull over the idea.
Being Saint must be fun!
Do you get to be Saint if you’re nice to Jesus? Or is it ‘cause your head got cut off?”
The hunchback trailed off to mull over the idea.
January 3, 2025 at 7:53 PM
“‘Mm sorry your head got cut off.. it c-an’t h’v been fun. But, but now you’re Saint!
Being Saint must be fun!
Do you get to be Saint if you’re nice to Jesus? Or is it ‘cause your head got cut off?”
The hunchback trailed off to mull over the idea.
Being Saint must be fun!
Do you get to be Saint if you’re nice to Jesus? Or is it ‘cause your head got cut off?”
The hunchback trailed off to mull over the idea.
a safe haven from the persecution in the world.
“Tha-nk -ou”, he croaked at the glass figures. “Sanctuary.. f’ baby Je-sus..” “A-and Mm-Mary, and Joseph. ‘Was very nice of you.”
He paused for a moment, and squinted up at the panes.
“Tha-nk -ou”, he croaked at the glass figures. “Sanctuary.. f’ baby Je-sus..” “A-and Mm-Mary, and Joseph. ‘Was very nice of you.”
He paused for a moment, and squinted up at the panes.
January 3, 2025 at 7:53 PM
a safe haven from the persecution in the world.
“Tha-nk -ou”, he croaked at the glass figures. “Sanctuary.. f’ baby Je-sus..” “A-and Mm-Mary, and Joseph. ‘Was very nice of you.”
He paused for a moment, and squinted up at the panes.
“Tha-nk -ou”, he croaked at the glass figures. “Sanctuary.. f’ baby Je-sus..” “A-and Mm-Mary, and Joseph. ‘Was very nice of you.”
He paused for a moment, and squinted up at the panes.
Quasimodo settled carefully in front of the brightly coloured window depicting the story of Saint Aphrodisius. He still couldn’t quite pronounce the name, but it had become one of his favourite stories.
In a way, it reminded him of his own; a kind soul offering sanctuary,
In a way, it reminded him of his own; a kind soul offering sanctuary,
January 3, 2025 at 7:53 PM
Quasimodo settled carefully in front of the brightly coloured window depicting the story of Saint Aphrodisius. He still couldn’t quite pronounce the name, but it had become one of his favourite stories.
In a way, it reminded him of his own; a kind soul offering sanctuary,
In a way, it reminded him of his own; a kind soul offering sanctuary,
All reasons his master had banished him to his duties in the towers - duties which had all but deafened the young man over the years. Such was the poor wretch who called the cathedral ‘home’ - it was his universe.
January 3, 2025 at 7:53 PM
All reasons his master had banished him to his duties in the towers - duties which had all but deafened the young man over the years. Such was the poor wretch who called the cathedral ‘home’ - it was his universe.
his spine appeared both hunched and almost sigmoidally twisted, his head apparently sitting on his hunched, misshapen shoulders. His face itself was also deformed. A large growth almost entirely covered his left eye, and his lips twisted into a lopsided attempt at a smile.
January 3, 2025 at 7:53 PM
his spine appeared both hunched and almost sigmoidally twisted, his head apparently sitting on his hunched, misshapen shoulders. His face itself was also deformed. A large growth almost entirely covered his left eye, and his lips twisted into a lopsided attempt at a smile.