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Lord, Have Mercy

Submitted to Contest #301

In Lamtinaland, a city alive with neon towers and ceaseless technological hum, the clash of human aspiration and unpredictable fate was never far from mind. I, Emma Lockhart, a journalist, seeker, and one-time conductor of narratives, often trust too much in my ability to make sense of things.Yet, at the heart of my Christian faith, I was reminded that we were not the Lord. That Latin echo—"Evita", to listen for those who have ears, had become a lesson I was still learning. There was a wisdom, kinder and more immense than any human narrative...

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Blessed by the Best!

Submitted to Contest #301

Imogen the Doubter was really never ready to be so attracted by that unsuitable man! Some hours later, after her encounter with Mr. Calm and Urbane, she was still wasting her thoughts on this lovely, balmy and sunny day. Being the Imogen her close gal force so cherished back in her hometown, she had always blamed herself for her parents' miserable divorce and its aftermath.Imogen had worked hard, trying to let her besties win her over to their Lord. Underneath her friendly and hospitable surface, she was a mess of insecurities. In some ways,...

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Second Chances in Eden

Submitted to Contest #300

God saw all that he had made, and he wept. And there was evening, but the world didn't go dark. Fires lit up the night as they returned life to ashes. God watched as manmade horrors flattened cities, leaving nothing but shadows of sorrowful lives behind. They didn't turn to him. They turned to their servant androids, who welcomed them with open trays of drugs. Masses died of thirst in the beds of rivers emptied by humanity's greed. The final man choked to death on bits of golden steak, yearning for the last remaining pleasures on the planet....

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The Tale of Queen Daphne

Submitted to Contest #300

"Mama! Papa!" "Trini?" Suddenly, a beautiful mermaid appeared from behind a curtain of larimar stones, her brown dreadlocks billowing behind her. "Trini, my dear, what's wrong?" The crying child collided into her mother's arms, her eyes puffy and red. "It's Amoye and Akilah!" she sobbed, "They're going to a party on the Bonaire Reef, and they said I can't come because I'm too small!" Princess Trini was the youngest of King Adile and Queen Calypso's fourteen children. The others were decades older than her and had developed stronger lungs ...

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The Value Beyond the Shine

Submitted to Contest #300

The earth whispered in her ears:"Do not seek only that which gleams. For the truest treasures are those that have endured the seasons, whose worth is not lost, but transformed.” This message did not arrive with the vibrance and brassiness that would be impossible to miss. Instead, it was delivered in a more muffled and subdued manner that felt a bit worn and weathered. There are moments in life when one must be open to receive the gentle whispers that often are not audible to the ears, yet they find alternate paths to resonate the spirit....

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The Great Fish Story

Submitted to Contest #299

There is a story of a man, named Jonah, in the Bible. Now some of you may have never heard of the story or may have forgotten. Jonah was told byGod to go to a certain city and tell the people they needed to follow God and listen to HIm. And if they didn’t, God would punish them. Well, Jonah did not want to go to Nineveh. As a result, Jonah spent 3 days inside a great fish, uhh. to think about if he was going to do what God had told him.But what if you heard the story from the Great Fish’s point of view?***The water was still and calm, the su...

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Tutus Forever

Submitted to Contest #299

This story, told from the perspective of a young child, explores themes of accidental death, grief, and hope through the lens of faith. While written with care and innocence, it may be emotionally difficult for some readers. I think about my mommy a lot. She was so pretty. I miss her every day. The last time I saw her, I didn't mean to make her so sad.She was excited to try out the new bobbycue grill Nana gave us. I was playing beside her in the backyard, waiting for my daddy to get home from work. Some days Mommy wished Daddy would hurry an...

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R.R. and Blaine.

Submitted to Contest #299

"Made it, safe on first!" Blaine had arrived home to his share house in the taxi he had hastily summoned. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror on his dresser. He was still flushed, bit bleary-eyed, plump, unassuming. His co-students in his final year of college had invited him to a party house to celebrate the end of first semester. The music had been throbbing, the wine and beers were flowing freely. Blaine had not eaten any dinner before he went, ran short of time again. Was that really an excuse? As his student pals had kept filling...

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The Visit

Submitted to Contest #298

Jessie Watkins slipped her sandal strap over her heel and scrambled out of the truck, fearful of her once-crisp blouse sticking to her back. Mama smoothed her satiny pink sheath, a firm grip on Randall’s tiny wrist with the other hand, as she stalked the parking lot. Cars and trucks filled the narrow spaces, another Sunday stop for reverent Christian families.“Jessamine, let’s go. Now.” A young woman rolled past them, a newborn in her arms, trailed by a tall man clasping an array of billowing light blue balloons. Clusters of visitors milled ...

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Guilty of Despicable Behaviors-A Lost Cause

Submitted to Contest #298

Prompt: Write a story abut someone seeking forgiveness for something. Guilty of Despicable Behaviors-A Lost Cause The clanking of my chains was loud as I entered the room. Menacing eyes looked me over as I scuffled across the floor to the front of the room. My body labored under the weight of my restraints. A chain around my waist stole my freedom. Both my hands and ankles were shackled by the heavy leg irons that were chained around my mid-section. I felt strong hands stop my motion going forward. Then those hands pushed my shoulder...

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Forgive Us Our Sins

Submitted to Contest #298

Trigger warning: gore, mental health, substance abuse, physical violence This Monday evening already felt like a mistake. The air was cold and heavy, barely fifty degrees—a rarity in March for Arizona, you know the land of never ending heat. I’d lived long enough to remember when this land was nothing but dry, cracked earth and wind that could strip skin from bone. Now it had grocery stores, coffee chains, and megachurches made of glass and steel.I parked in the far corner of the church lot, hands resting on the wheel. I always waited here ...

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Blooming through the fire

Submitted to Contest #298

Being eighteen at the time didn’t mean that I had the knowledge of what to do. It was just something to please him, not me, because I felt no pleasure at all. In the times where I didn’t want to do it and I told him no, I still felt like I had to. He would say things that made me feel like that was the only option. I had the love of my aunt and my cousins but I guess that feeling the love of a man was much better. As much as I felt something wasn’t right and as much as I was emotionally disconnected, I would still lay there as he penetrated ...

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Finding Grace

Submitted to Contest #298

Finding GraceThe woods were thick with mist, quiet in a way that wasn’t natural. Silas Boone crouched low behind a stand of spruce trees, one weathered hand resting on the stock of his old hunting rifle. His ears strained against the silence, listening for the mechanical whine that always came before death. He didn’t hear it yet—but it was coming. It always was.He adjusted his canvas pack, squinting through the fog. It was late afternoon, the sky a colorless smear, neither day nor night. His boots left no trail in the pine needles. That was ...

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The Sarcastic Teacher

Submitted to Contest #298

The Sarcastic Teacher Miss Sharp had never actually wanted to be a teacher. When the Careers Adviser at her high school asked if she’d like to go into nursing, she’d replied, “Making beds and cleaning up puke? “Alright, what about floristry?”“Achoo,” she quipped.“Hospitality, animal husbandry, science?” When he mentioned science, she mussed up her hair and mimicked a mad professor stirring a beaker.“Alright Beatrice. How about teaching?”“Yeah right,” she said, and the Careers Adviser took it as a yes, enrolling her in Teacher’s College.In he...

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Remember Me?

Submitted to Contest #298

The iron gates groaned open, and with them, twenty years of memories flooded back like a dam had cracked. Anthony Reyes stepped out into sunlight for the first time as a free man. The wind hit his face differently now—older, wiser, weathered. He held a Bible in one hand, a small duffel in the other, and in his heart, the weight of a past that never let go. Twenty years ago, Anthony had taken a life in a moment of blind rage. A man he’d once called “brother.” A family friend. A backyard-barbecue, godparent-to-my-kid kind of friend. It happene...

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