End your story with a character saying “Thank you, God. Thanks an awful lot.” (sarcastically or not).

Posted in Dialogue on Oct 25, 2022

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“The CheKa” by Ron French

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T he frightening news arrives that Lenin's dreaded secret police, the CheKa are in the area, searching for the Dyachenko family. For Bohdan Dyachenko to know that the CheKa is now hunting specifically for him, not just any bourgeois, is terrifying. It is equally worrying for the villagers, who realise that their risk is greater than before, as the CheKa must have information that the Dyachenko family is hidden close by. So far the villagers have avoided their village being trashed, by accepting the Red revolutionary demands. N...

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“Eternity” by Jean Lagacé

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"Are you there God? It's me." When I awoke, there was someone on the bed. I hadn’t slept too well and I mostly sensed the intruder’s presence by the pressure he applied on the box spring than by seeing who he was. Then my eyes adjusted to the semi darkness and I realized that it was God who had come to visit me. This put me in a kind a stupor. Why was God so near that I could touch his clothing? Well, more like drapery than sensible clothes. He had plenty of beard and hair, both white. Still, he looked younger than me, all dressed up in one ...

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“The Cabin ” by Harriett Ford

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The CabinThe afternoon drifted into the ravine like a cat on little fog feet. Yeah, I know, the Sandburg metaphor is reversed. However, the storm soon followed on the sharp claws of a ravening wolf.Lightning glinted like steely teeth visible in the wind-whipped mouths of darkening clouds. My English lit teacher says I’m good at figurative language.It was time to dive for shelter, and I had no idea where to find even an overhang in the rocky walls beside me. I was in for a soaking or worse if the swollen stream I had followed became a raging ...

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“Son of the Eagle” by Paul Brown

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Son of the Eagle.Garrick is freezing, his breath frosting in the tiny compartment. Why did I agree to this he thinks frowning, oh yeah it was his bright idea, nice one dumbass? Infiltration being his specialisation or just something he is generally good at usually, but it was a crazy idea, which might be a more appropriate term for his little adventure at this precise moment. Is he losing consciousness again? He stumbles the few centimetres into the cold metal wall in front of him with a dull thud, wincing at the noise, hoping that no one wo...

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“Lost Day” by Hazel Clemmons

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“Elise Bennit!” Her voice calmly trailed off as I looked up to see my professor looking at me with a glaring intent, in her icy blue eyes shielded by her Marie Claire eyeglasses that perfectly rested upon her curved nasal bridge that held the slightest constellation of freckles “Have you been listening?” my eyes darted over to the board to see what's written, “Yes ma’am, the gravitational orbit of the moon pulls and pushes the tides to high and low four times throughout the day” with a grimacing face, “Correct”. She turned and faced the boar...

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“Mother's love” by Sunshine PerlerBeads

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The heat pouring on my skin as my bare feet walk against the rough rocky road. “How much longer?!” My little redhead sister says. Her red hair comes from the genes of my mother but I and my dad have silky brown hair that looks like melted chocolate rolling down your back. “Almost,” I tug on her hand as I see she is falling behind “a mile more.” She sighs as I wish I could but dad says to stay strong around my sister just as he and my mom did when I was 7. But now I’m older and I don’t get the privilege of my mother and fathers’ strokes on my...

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“Ghost from the past” by Darko Maric

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In the background an open door, with a perspective on several open and lighted balconies Green room with blue brocade furniture from the eighties. To the right is a terrace, separated from the stage by a glass door. On the walls of the green room are about 5 portraits of my mother, an antique wardrobe and a table. On the terrace there are flowers, bamboo and straw furniture with two umbrellas, and down the stairs you go down to the yard. Door right into the pantry. The whole house look wealthy. It is already late. Guests leave the dining roo...

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“Thank you God, thanks an awful lot.” by Professor Alan Dale Dickinson

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THANK YOU, GOD. THANKS’ AN AWFUL LOT! Professor Alan Dale Dickinson (Copyrighted) Thank you, God. Thanks’ an awful lot! Oh, for what am I so profusely thanking you for, asked the Lord? Well let me ponder that enormous, and quite relevant question for a moment or too, and then respond. Okay, God, here we go, first and foremost, you save this old saved scoundrel from going to Hell, not passing ‘Go’ and going straight to Hades. Where there is only misery, pain, continual hurting all over your body, constant suffering and the gnashing to teet...

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“The time where I almost failed” by Wayne Steele

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“Oh God, what am I going to do?” I mutter to myself, papers soaked with tears strewn across my desk, several cups of coffee thrown half-hazardly, some empty, some still full and cold. I looked at a nearby clock. The time was six o'clock. The moon was dipping in the west, getting ready for bed as the sun was getting ready to go to work. The sky looked like a dancing fire with a mix of orange, yellow and red. The birds sang their beautiful songs, but they must have been singing about my funeral for me. The science finale worth sev...

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“And He doesn't say a damn thing about death ” by Brynnah Glas

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God and I have been through an awful lot. From the hopeful beginnings of a child drawing angels on the walls to the disappointing lows of heartbroken cursing God to hell, we’ve been through it all. Or, at least, I thought we had. That was until I experienced my first death. That’s a first no one prepares you for, not even God. Think about it. People talk about how much joy and pain you’ll feel with your first kiss, your first lover, your child’s first steps. No one talks about your first experience with death, how it’s a shake ...

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“The Best Crash Ever” by Caitlin Rooney

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The old, beat-up black sedan cuts right in front of the silver SUV in front of our bus. The SUV slams into the back of the sedan, sending it flying off the side of the highway and smack into a huge oak tree. The SUV spins out and lands in the next lane over, facing the wrong direction. I see the whole thing from my almost-at-the-front seat. We have to stop. There's no choice, with both of the wrecked cars sitting in front of us and glass scattered across the road. Our driver, who'd told us, quite loudly, as we left the airport that his n...

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“Dad Said Run” by Laura Lyra

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She ran, her heart pounding loud in the chest, dry leaves and branches cracking under her shoes at each step. She ran until her lungs felt like they would burst, and her legs cramped and begged for her to stop. Then Anna forced herself to listen. "Are they still following me?" It didn't sound like it, but she stayed still for another minute, breathing as quietly as possible, slowing her heartbeat. Silence. Looking around, she saw a sky-scraping tree a couple of meters away. The first few lower branches were annoyingly high, but the highe...

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“A Perfect Storm” by Andra Parry

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A PERFECT STORM I cannot do this. I walk on, my footsteps filling those of my best friend Maddie, but each time I raise a leg to move forward, the snowshoes become exponentially heavier. And maybe it’s my imagination, or lack of nutrition, but are the trees closing in? I mean, their branches are weighed heavily by snow and do touch the ground, so maybe they really are impeding our path? Is there even still a path? Doubting myself, I blink a few times and rub my eyes. Maybe my mind is playing tricks and I really am losing touch with reali...

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“For The Love Of Ice Cream” by Benjamin McIntyre

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Completely cutting through the quiet rustling wind in the trees, in the distance of the park, one of the kids is screaming at the other. I slowly run my hands over my bearded face. Why can’t they leave each other alone?“Sorry Zac, I should see what the gremlins are carrying on about. Mind the things.”I heave myself up from the park bench, my stomach making it more difficult than I remember. My oldest son, Isaac, just continues sitting there, leaning forward on his elbows while slowly getting sucked into his phone. Having a biblical name defi...

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“ETERNITY” by David D'EttoreUser

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ETERNITY “The ambulance is here for you.” I heard the voice and there was a bright light, but nothing else. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I don’t see an ambulance and there’s no one around.” “That’s because you’re dead,” the voice replied. &...

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End your story with a character saying “Thank you, God. Thanks an awful lot.” (sarcastically or not).

Submissions are closed

✍️ 44 stories

“The CheKa” by Ron French

“Eternity” by Jean Lagacé

“The Cabin ” by Harriett Ford

“Son of the Eagle” by Paul Brown

“Lost Day” by Hazel Clemmons

“Mother's love” by Sunshine PerlerBeads

“Ghost from the past” by Darko Maric

“Thank you God, thanks an awful lot.” by Professor Alan Dale Dickinson

“The time where I almost failed” by Wayne Steele

“And He doesn't say a damn thing about death ” by Brynnah Glas

“The Best Crash Ever” by Caitlin Rooney

“Dad Said Run” by Laura Lyra

“A Perfect Storm” by Andra Parry

“For The Love Of Ice Cream” by Benjamin McIntyre

“ETERNITY” by David D'EttoreUser

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Start your story with a character saying “Are you there, God? It’s me…”

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