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Christian Short Stories – Page 10 of 103

Singing with Confidence

Submitted to Contest #276

I always wanted to sing. It had been my dream since I was seven years old. I used to listen to the cantors at Mass and longed to be one of them. When asked what I wanted to do when I got older, I'd say, "I want to perform for God." However, I was shy and uncomfortable with people. Whenever I'd sing in front of people, my nerves took over, my legs would shake, my heart pound, and I felt like passing out.I tried to gain confidence, but living in a dysfunctional family made that impossible. Certain family members scolded and treated me harshly ...

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Starbucks Apple

Submitted to Contest #276

 You know how a song can relive a memory:yes, a vivid memory of me and her. I guess you could say it was our first date. We had met in church during my time farming with my aunt and uncle. It was the summer of 2006, and I had just graduated from community college—yes, I know, quite an accomplishment. My aunt and uncle come up from Hopkinsville, Kentucky to the upper peninsula of Michigan for a family reunion. Their visit was brief as usual: ten hour drive for a brief hour or two visit and a brief ten hour drive home. Yes, they took me c...

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The Center of Attention

Submitted to Contest #276

“I don’t care if you hang out with him, but I won’t be around if you do.”The only thing that matched the heat of my anger was the depth of my confusion. Ruthie had been there. I couldn’t fathom why she wanted to hang out with Blake, who was the single most obnoxious man to ever disgrace the halls of our school.Let me set the scene. It was the fall semester, and my best (and only) friend and I were sitting in the student center, studying.Enter man: he’s five-foot-ten, dirty blonde hair, and a smirk that says he’s looking forward to the fight ...

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I have seen the Light!

Submitted to Contest #276

Long ago, way back when in Sunday School, I believed. My father and old Grandma took my older sister and me to Church. There we learnt about Jesus and God, forever blessing us. We learnt about the wonder of Heaven and Eternal Light and Love. When did you learn about God? I do not ask anyone.But we went home to my mother, an atheist and a nihilist. On her journey on this cosmic stage, she stopped us attending Sunday School, and prevented our youngest sister from ever being there. So for some reason, as a teenager, I studied Theology with som...

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An act of Kindness

Submitted to Contest #276

Grief is such a difficult construct. One that a human layers with differing views of timelines, guidance, and social acceptance. When someone passes away in our culture, we bury them in the ground after a series of services preluding the burial and we try to find solace that our loved ones are in what we deem to be a better place.              Grief has been a difficult construction for me. On January 3rd, every year, for the rest of my life that day will be a solemn remin...

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Reaching Out My Hand

Submitted to Contest #276

I'm reaching out my hand. Help me. - I can't remember if I spoke these words out loud or quietly in my mind, as I was laying in my bed in February, not able to move, not able to go outside for even 5 minutes with my dog. There was nothing wrong with my body, but my spirit was suffering deeply. Exactly a year after my breakup with a man twice my age, I was a 25 year old who spent her days silently in her apartment, my only activities being: caring for my rescue dog and getting some groceries from time to time. I'd eat one meal per day. I deve...

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Recess Friends

Submitted to Contest #276

When I was growing up, I had a hard time making friends. My dad had passed away when I was five, leaving an empty hole and a strange little girl behind. Most of my days were spent playing and then forgetting, and I rarely seemed to live in the reality others did. The play structure in the middle of the yard seemed to be towering over all us little kids, and by grade two I only had about three friends to spend my time with. Although life was pretty simple, I had no way of knowing it was about to get a bit more dramatic. It was a bright sunny...

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With you

Submitted to Contest #275

I watch and I whisper. I've done it for millennia. There is nothing new under this sun, we've seen it all time and again. We can't read minds but we know what you'll do. Those little expressions on your face, your eyes always give you away. Hell, even the hairs on your body, the sweat that comes off of you, these tell the tales of what's going on in your mind. We're the ones always close by, always within ear shot. The ones you feel breathing down your neck, the itch in your skin. It's no suprise to me that you called a Pastor for help, br...

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The darkest hour

Submitted to Contest #275

"Dear reader my name is Alison Moon and I'm sixteen years old", I loved hanging out with my friends every night after school. one fateful night me and my friends had a fight and then went on our separate ways, during the night. I saw a black cat. as I followed the black cat through the crumbling cemetery, the moon cast eerie shadows on the weathered headstones. The cat's eyes glowed like lanterns, guiding me toward a grave hidden behind a tangle of overgrown vines. The inscription on the stone read"Emilia Roseburg, Beloved witch, 1720-1745I ...

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The Question

Submitted to Contest #275

The QuestionHere I lay, waiting, wondering, my body a stench beyond what could be described as wretched. I awoke just hours ago inside this pine box. I tried to knock, as if on a door but, was unable to move my hand. I thought, “How silly of me. It is not as if I am at a door, unless this is the door to purgatory!” I shuddered to think this dark place I find myself in was my…..resting place. The thought of my untimely demise left me unnerved to my very core, if I still had a core. I searched the deepest corners of my mind trying to reme...

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The Undying Love of Saint Teresa of Avila

Submitted to Contest #275

The Undying Love of Saint Teresa of Avila” by Edward J McCoul I am Teresa. Teresa of Ávila, they called me once. My eyes are closed, my lips silent, yet I watch and speak. I have dwelled here, in the darkness of this convent, in the quiet folds of earth. Silence surrounds me, and stillness is my companion, but I am not bound by them. I am only bound by love. They tell tales of my incorruption. Flesh that resists decay, a body that is more earthbound than most, yet I am not bound by earth. No. I am bound only by a longing—a burning flame in m...

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El Sacerdote y Los Peces

Submitted to Contest #274

Alboraya-Almácera, Spain, 1348  The mule’s body was warm under the padre and between his legs. The sun was hot on his head, and burned through the black cloth of his cassock to draw sweat from his shoulders and back.  Gulls soared and flapped and cried overhead, skimming up from the sea, up the river before him that ran down to the sea.  The mule’s hooves clattered and clunked over the wet stones on the brink of the river the padre had to cross. Water and foam and leaves and sticks swirled in the shallows. As the mule plodded ...

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MY FATE IS IN THE HANDS OF JESUS

Submitted to Contest #274

Now I am young, but I know I will change, every year I will get bigger and stronger and wiser. Now my Parents tell me what I can do or not do. But what will happen as I get older and I will have to make decisions for myself? Is my life already decided or will fate decide what will happen? Fate is Resourseful-I can control my fate by thinking ahead, I'll start thinking now. I will write down my plan and then see what happens? I go to Church and Sunday School. I go to a Christian School. I am surrounded by God. God I think has a plan for me. S...

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Happiness is.......

Submitted to Contest #275

Jessie and Eloise were two young sisters. Their parents were always telling them to play nicely. But these two quite pretty little girls were mean and catty to each other. Jessie liked snatching toys from her three year old sister, Eloise. She thought they were better than hers. Eloise liked scribbling on Jessie's books, trying to wreck all the pretty pictures.It was a normal sort of morning, Jessie was poking her tongue at Eloise, who was crying again. Then Jessie made a really ugly face at Eloise, until she laughed. Eloise was used to Jess...

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Death of a poet

Submitted to Contest #274

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood–I know now where I have seen these woods before. Whose woods these are I think I know, his house is in the village though.It is the woods from memory. I stand at the familiar fork in the road once again, rooted to the ground. A ground littered in golden leaves.And both that morning equally lay, in leaves no step had trodden black.I have been at many crossroads in my life; and at each crossroads, I would think of these woods–with their yellow leaves caught in the sunlight. But what was once only a plac...

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