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Christian Short Stories – Page 10 of 104

From a distance

Submitted to Contest #281

I loved him long before I laid eyes on him, even before my consciousness perceived his presence. My soul more than anything yearned for him but I feared he might not love me back.If I could have my way I would have taken him into my arms and never let go, I would have hidden him from everyone else and treated him like the treasure I knew he was but I resigned myself to watching from a distance.Every day I wrote him love letters, and hid them in the trees and in the flowers, in the butterflies he would see on his way to school and in the clou...

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Ironic Hubris Party Guest

Submitted to Contest #281

Oh, how delightful it is to be here among such intriguing companies! The audacity of it all is undeniable, isn't it? A certain bravado, a charming overconfidence, permeates the air, dancing around the table like a well-rehearsed performance. Isn't it almost like we're all part of a grand prank? The conversations swirl with a mix of wit and whim. Isn't it fascinating how irony unfolds? It's that delightful twist where what you anticipate takes a surprising turn, leading to the opposite of your expectations. Quite the conversation starter, wou...

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The Confession Room

Submitted to Contest #280

“In the name of the father… and of the son… and of the holy spirit. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”“May the Lord be in your heart and help you to confess your sins with true sorrow. How long has it been since your last confession?”“It’s been… like… a decade…? I—I can’t even remember.”“At least you have decided to turn back to God. What would you like to ask forgiveness for?”“To start, uhm, I’ve been eating quite a lot. I don’t know if it’s gluttony but like… eh… it’s just my coping mechanism. It’s been doing more harm than good anywa...

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An Invitation

Submitted to Contest #280

In the quiet of the evening, when the world outside hummed softly with the sounds of life, a man sat alone in a dark room. The air was thick with tension, his mind swirling in a whirlpool of questions, doubts, and brokenness. His hands, once steady, now trembled slightly as they gripped the sides of the wooden chair, the only solid thing in his existence. He could feel the weight of the chair beneath him, the coolness of its surface grounding him in a world that felt too distant to touch.The room was nearly suffocating in its stillness. He h...

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The Christmas Wish

Submitted to Contest #280

The Christmas Wish“Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause.”-Francis Pharcellus Church; The New York Sun.December 24th. Last-minute shoppers were scurrying everywhere in search of the perfect gift or, for many, any gift that would fulfill their obligation to bestow a sufficient number of presents on their spouses, children, nieces, nephews, and neighbors. One little girl stood out in the crowd.“Virginia, what are you going to tell Santa you want for Christmas?”There was a look of sadness in the little girl’s dark brown eyes, a marked contrast...

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Where the Wind Goes

Submitted to Contest #280

(Contains references to murder and self-harm) Start of tape; date, March 12. 1989; time, 2:32 PM; “This is Dr. Joel Carter, the date is March…12, 1989. I am here interviewing Mr. Samuel Hicks. Mr. Hicks, how are you?” *** “Mr. Hicks, do you know why I’m here today?”  “To… ask me questions?”  “Yes, precisely, I’m going to ask you some very simple questions, and you’re going to answer them. And then I will leave you be, does that sound like a deal?”  “I- I guess so.”  “Alright, Mr. Hicks, now can you tell me what you remem...

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The Tainted Wing

Submitted to Contest #279

THE TAINTED WINGHeaven appeared to me as a realm of endless light, a shimmering sky of golden amber merging seamlessly into liquid blues. The feeling surrounding me was one of tranquility and unshakable joy, where time was irrelevant, and every breath irrepressible love.I remember the moment I descended from my sanctuary, plunging through the ether toward the fractured world below.It was within the void that I first encountered the presence of something... aberrant. The journey between realms was meant to be swift, a seamless passage through...

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Peace

Submitted to Contest #279

The dismal lighting created a depressing aura. Cobwebs drooped low about the corners of the room. Dust, thick as the field outside the kitchen window, had gathered over the years on the panes which made it difficult to see the weeds and tall grass. Years of neglect and abandonment had taken their toll on this forgotten place. Sophia was determined to find peace amidst the broken hallows of her own, old forgotten home. Painfully, she caressed the hallways. The solemn paces of concern and tenderness, whilst she leaned dependently on her cane....

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“Corrie ten Boom’s Courage and the Secret Room”

Submitted to Contest #279

“Corrie ten Boom’s Courage and the Secret Room” By Edward J. McCoulThe small, dimly lit space smelled of dust and tension. Jacob van der Meer, a young man of twenty-one, crouched in the corner of the secret room. The sound of boots against wooden floorboards echoed faintly above. His chest tightened as he squeezed his knees to his chest, his heart pounding so loudly he feared it might give them all away.The secret room, built by Corrie ten Boom and her family in their Haarlem home, had become both a sanctuary and a prison for Jacob. It was a...

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Extirpation

Submitted to Contest #279

It's only been two hours since the smoke covered everything, turning midday into dusk. It doesn't look like our world anymore. The sunlight barely visible through this damned covering. A blanket of light hovers beyond the smoke, merging through it to ground level but unable to penetrate. Those few hours now seem an eternity. I and my sister Helen; we came to the city for a girls day out. A treat for her to get over that messy divorce, a break from her despair and with neither of us having friends we've been mostly inseparable since that poi...

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Bless me Father

Submitted to Contest #278

Mukuka sat on the wooden stool, anxiety twisting in his stomach as he waited for Father Yacobo to hear his confession. He was unsettled, his mind racing with the weight of the secret he was about to reveal. The makeshift church, also known as ‘insaka’, stood on four sturdy wooden planks, its open walls offering a glimpse of the village beyond. Inside, simple oblong wooden benches were scattered in the centre, bare except for the dust that had settled over time.Five years earlier, missionaries from the north had arrived, bringi...

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Piece of Chicken?

Submitted to Contest #278

The responding officer’s summary of the incident was as follows:LEOs arrived on scene at the Highway 42 truck stop at 0715. Victim reported theft. Victim produced security footage and identified employee Starla Moore, closing shift employee as suspect. Suspect’s address is listed as 1700 S. Harbor Rd. Ms. Moore was located with Chick’a’liscious merchandise in her possession. It’s a long way up from the bottom. Then, the bottom falls out.BiPolar, a slew of personality disorders – if you can name a psychological unbalance in Starla’s...

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Little Red Riding Hood (as Told by the Wolf)

Submitted to Contest #277

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD (AS TOLD BY THE WOLF)ALICE WOOTEN           Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’ve all heard of the story “Little Red Riding Hood”…cute little girl with a red cape. Sounds pretty innocent, right? Well, all that shines is not gold is what I say. You’ve heard it said that there are two sides to every story, well here is my take on this precocious, little cutie.           So let me start by setting the stage. My name is Lone Wol...

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Why Not Me, Lord?

Submitted to Contest #276

“Why Not Me, Lord?”               “Atheists who keep asking for evidence of God’s existence are like fish in the ocean asking for evidence of water.”                                                      ...

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The Interruption

Submitted to Contest #276

It was a non - peculiar morning when a peculiar breeze found its way beneath my duvet, tickled my toes and nudged me awake to let me know it was time to get up.Don’t laugh but I was convinced and still am, that the breeze, which had no obvious source, was and is of the holy kind. Has anyone else ever experienced that? A helping hand you didn’t ask for or think you needed? Some unexplainable, let’s say Force, outside of your control that influences your plans? A Force that gives you power or piles on pressure? That holds you back or hurr...

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