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

Posted in Dialogue on Oct 25, 2022

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Thrive

Submitted to Contest #132

(Content Warning: Fantasy Violence, Brief Language.)“Are you there, God? It’s me…” Jake said, falling to his knees.The gargoyles attacked Sapphire City without warning and left nothing but utter destruction in their wake. No one knew where the stone creatures came from or why they attacked, but one thing was certain, they didn’t come from Heaven. How could they? Heaven is supposed to be a place of peaceful tranquility and harmony, right?At least that’s what Jake thought, staring at the wreckage around him. He saw broken pictures of happy mem...

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Blood Ties

Submitted to Contest #132

“Are you there, God? It’s me…” She dropped the book and stared at her hand. It was the paper. The shiny, glossy paper of the supplement in Sunday’s newspaper. She had wanted another ad for her collection. I don’t know where they get some of their ideas from. Just too crazy. The cut on her pinkie finger had left a thin white line on the skin that began to hint at blood. It did not register in her mind until a smear of redness trailed down her pink bedspread. What? How did…? Is that mine? ...

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Prayer in the Dirt

Shortlisted for Contest #132 ⭐️

“Are you there God? It’s me, Jaxon.” The man was just a kid.  To me, at least. To everyone else he would be about nineteen. He had never grown up. Not really. He pressed his dull green eyes shut, little fleshy dams for tears and months of stress. He was dirty. The fatigue of constant fighting evident in the deep rivets, cuts, and bruises that criss-crossed his face. They were a part of him now. Even if he ever left the trenches the scars would remain, inside and out, as natural as his freckles.   The mud had become the bapt...

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Jesus Wore a Brown Jacket

Submitted to Contest #132

Are you there, God? It’s me, Mallory. My momma is dying. I’m scared. I’ve never watched anyone die. I’ve never been without my momma either. Dear God, I know I’m grown, but I don’t feel so grown right now. On a cold, bitter January night at two in the morning, my sisters slept upstairs while I stayed downstairs with Momma. Taking care of Momma had become a twenty-four-hour job. We took shifts around the clock to take care of her, so everyone could get some rest.  Momma’s diagnosis less than two months ago had been nothing less than...

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A Prayer for the Strong

Submitted to Contest #132

Are you there, God? It’s me. I’d like to know If there’s a prayer For the strong? You see, I’m strong. I know I’m strong Because all day I go from house to house And I sit at tables And people tell me What a wonderful person My husband was And they offer me coffee Good coffee Gourmet The kind you get As part of a subscription service Where every month It’s Peru or Argentina And when you make it The whole house fills up With that potent roasted smell That makes you feel Taken care of These people In these houses They take care of me...

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Light In The Darkness

Submitted to Contest #132

Are you there God? It’s me Michael. I know I haven’t talked to you in a while, I guess because I had nothing really to talk about. But life has been hard, seems like every corner I turn, I am getting kicked and beat down. Bills are piling up; work increased my hours but not my pay. Food, water, shelter all essential items that require to live all require so much money, more then I make. Working 60 plus hours a week, trying to support my children, and only making $12.50 an hour, while there are children working at fast food restaurants making...

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It Couldn't Just Be Chance

Submitted to Contest #132

“Are you there, God? It’s me again,” I whisper, hands clasped. “I’m begging you this time. I really don’t want to go to Christchurch today. Please, can you find a way for me to stay? Or, you know, maybe Adie could move there too? Please. If you’re real, this is your last chance to prove it.”She nudges me in the ribs. “Sam, it’s a bit late for that.”We’re lying on soft grass by the riverbank, listening to the water rushing past like the summer that left us behind. Above us, branches and trembling leaves make fractals in the sky.I look over at...

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Betrayal

Submitted to Contest #132

2/6/22 Word count-1996 Betrayal By Cheryl Barghout             Down East Maine 1959                Convent of the Holy Spirit “Are you there God? It’s me, Elizabeth,” she gasped as shiny trickles of sweat dripped down her brow and between her heavy breasts while she labored. Except for a few short unavoidable shrieks, she kept her distress to a series of panting breaths interspersed with low groans. ...

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Are You There, God? It's Me, Geek Girl

Submitted to Contest #132

*This story contains some sensitive teen issues and questions teens have about self esteem and body image.______________"Are you there, God? It's me, Geek Girl."My name is Mary Margaret. I am twelve and a half years old. I grew up in this town and I have attended Catholic school for six years. Both of my parents are Catholic, but my Mom is the devoted member of the Catholic Church. She attends Church weekly and I go happily along with my brothers and sisters. My father chooses to stay home on Sundays with his coffee and the paper. He smiles ...

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Coffee Lover's Delight

Submitted to Contest #132

Are you there, God? Its me, the girl who was stupid enough to spill an entire iced macchiato on herself right before her job interview. Amber stared at the empty cup that lay in front of her. One moment she had been struggling to get the lid off some she could add in a few packets of splenda, and the next the lid had blown off and the coffee inside drenched itself all over her. She was sitting at a table in the middle of a café and had just publicly embarrassed herself in front of all the morning-goers who had come in for coffee and t...

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Have a Blessed Day Sweetheart

Submitted to Contest #132

“Are you there God? It’s me, Iris,” I say looking at my reflection in the bedroom mirror.  “IRIS! Get your ass downstairs, the bus ain’t gonna wait much longer,” Grandma shouts from the bottom landing.  “Crap,” I grab my backpack and run down the stairs two at a time. I’ll have to finish my conversation with God later. I give Grandma a kiss and grab my lunch sack from her hand and fly out the front door, the screen slamming hard behind me.  The bus is already starting to pull away and I have to run fast to catch up.  ...

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A confession from a sad little Christian

Submitted to Contest #132

Are you there, God? It’s me, your faithful follower. Well, maybe not so much anymore. But we used to be close, didn’t we? Remember when I went to Sunday school every week for eighteen years, and how I’d pray every night before I went to bed? I even read the bible at least three times growing up! Okay, okay, I know it was because my mother forced me, but the actions are still the same, are they not? Well, maybe not... I know you’re keen on the whole intention of an act thing. But, Lord, I’m in trouble and I need your help. I never thoug...

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Waiting on an Answer

Submitted to Contest #132

Are you there God? It's me... your child. Am I your child? Because I do not feel like your child right now. Aren't you supposed to be there for your children? Aren't you supposed to help them? Reassure them? Make sure they know that everything is okay? Well, it doesn't seem like that's what you've been doing. Maybe I am just too far away and I can't hear you. Maybe I've closed a door and I just can't see you. Well, whatever it is... are you still there? Because right now, at this point in my life I'm stuck and need help. I came to this place...

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Elohim

Submitted to Contest #132

“Are you there God? It’s me.” God was there and He was listening to her prayers. He was listening to all the prayers coming up to Him.Misery came in and lamented rather gleefully on all that he had caused to go wrong in the last few weeks. War was in conflict with yet everyone and everything. He refused any sort of civility. Impatience was irritated that time was being wasted. Cruelty and Hatred were brutal to everyone they met. Unfaithful showed no consistency or regard for those around him. Self-Indulgence had no constraint or stability wh...

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The Stoning

Submitted to Contest #132

“Are you there, God? It’s me. You know I’m a lonely woman, so please forgive me for what I am about to do.” Joanna glanced back the door, showing her an escape from this temptation, but she knew what lied beyond it was hell on Earth. Her agonizing journey began nearly a year ago when her father arranged for her to marry Joel. Had her father known the true nature of the man who was to become his son in-law, he surely would have cursed him, instead of giving him his blessing. Nearly every night since their marriage, Joel would go into town...

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