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Looking for a steady supply of christian short stories? Every week thousands of writers submit stories to our writing contest.

Christian Short Stories to read

Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. If you’re looking for the best Christian short stories, whether they’re funny, didactic, or inspirational, this page is for you.

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Judge Not

Murray Burns

Weekly Contest #365

Judge Not“The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend.”-Abraham Lincoln Grade school football may lack the glamour and excitement of Friday night lights, but there is no lack of effort on the field during the Saturday afternoon games. Every game has meaning to the players, but the upcoming contest was special as the Lincoln Lions had lost to their arch-rival, the Jefferson Pirates, 3 years in a row.“Do you think we have a chance against Jefferson, Matt?”“Of course we do, Will. We play our game, cut out the mistakes, and we can d...

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No Gold, No Fish, Just Follow Me

Weekly Contest #365

Prompt: Write a story about two rivals/enemies forced to work together. No Gold, No Fish Just Follow Me All I do every day is fish. I just love to fish. As you can guess it is my livelihood. Tilapia is my mainstay catch. Whether breakfast, lunch or dinner, tilapia is my main entrée. Like any business, it requires an investment of time, energy and money. My time is generally my own except when my mother-in-law demands some of it to do chores. I guess she has a right since my wife, and I invited her to live with us. We created the situ...

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How Can This Be?

Weekly Contest #364

Prompt: Write a story that includes the line(s) “No one will believe you.” How Can This Be? I awoke to rocks and debris tumbling around me. The skies were pitch black. Lightening coursed its way through the sky. The earth was shaking. I felt like I was on my boat adrift in the sea tossed by unrelenting waves. I had been laying just outside the entrance to a small cave. Dirt and small stones covered more than half my body. Using a vine that clung to the surface of the surrounding hill, I pulled myself out of that shroud of earth. The e...

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Yuki-Onna

Weekly Contest #364

ACT 1 Hearing the news made the room feel colder than the raging blizzard outside. A fog of silence settled on the room, so thick that you could choke on it. “This has to be some joke. Dad fought till his dying breath trying to keep us away from them. Now you’re telling us that…” “Stop talking about Yauso like he’s some hero. What kind of man runs away from the fight? Instead, he decides to be a talentless blacksmith that couldn’t even make a pot to piss in! Drop this facade of your father being a hero, BOTH OF YOU!” Rojin lunged up from the...

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This Man of Kerioth

Derek Robb

Weekly Contest #364

OneWhen I was a boy, I remember that my next door neighbor died suddenly. There was much talk in my village about his death. He was skilled at making shoes and was valued by everyone because of this. I remember that he was quiet but often very kind to me. Kind to my sister as well. He and his wife had no children. There was always a movement within the community to include him in the things that we did. If there was a meal for Purim or Passover, he was always invited. You see it was because of his wife. She was ill. My mother once told my fa...

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Rough Around the Edges

Sarah Martyn

Weekly Contest #364

I wouldn’t call today a normal day, but it was normal, relatively speaking - a new normal. My husband Peter had been struggling with a traumatic thing that happened at work weeks ago. He was doing security work around town, mostly around an apartment complex. One night, he and one other guy were searching for squatters. Now, they didn’t find any, but his partner shot in his direction thinking he was one. Peter didn’t get hit, but it freaked him out being that close to death. I gave him a lot of grace and space. Even when I’d ask “hey, when w...

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Shall We Dance?

Abigail Rebekah

Weekly Contest #363

Content note: This story contains themes of terminal cancer and impending loss. “Grace, the doctor wants to speak to you.” Noah steps into the ward, his face paler than the white walls surrounding me.My heart skips a beat. Is this the news I’ve been dreading? “Will you stay with me?” I ask through trembling lips.“Of course I will.” Noah steps across the room, perching on the springy corner of my hospital bed. “We’ll go through this together.” He plants a tender kiss on my damp forehead.Footsteps shuffle outside, followed by a gentle tap on t...

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The unbearable weight.

Bruno Fedele

Weekly Contest #363

The unbearable weight. The heat inside St. Jude’s parish hall was heavy enough to suffocate. The air carried the scent of damp timber, stale tea urns, and the sharp tang of sheep dung clinging to the flannel shirts of the farmers gathered inside. Beyond the open doors, the paddocks shimmered beneath a relentless Australian sun, while the corrugated iron roof groaned as a hot wind swept across the valley. Thomas kept his gaze on the broken pine floorboards as he mopped, trying to block out his father's voice, Eric, as he talked with the paris...

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Moscow is Far...

The Old Izbushka

Weekly Contest #363

No rain or lightning had fallen that day, yet a storm of a different nature had already passed through the village.Father Nicolai lit a beeswax candle, and the small flame pushed back the darkness. Broken faces of saints emerged from the dancing light. Glass crunched beneath his feet, each step echoing beneath the arched mosaic dome, before returning to him alone. His tears tasted bitter and ran hot like wax to his beard.He lifted the golden censer, filled with burning charcoal and frankincense, and swung it gently, as priests do. Twelve sma...

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A Lost Sheep

Anna Feng

Weekly Contest #363

Once upon a time, there was a sunset. And the clouds were melting.It was not a hint of the vast, open space. It had nothing to do with it. Instead it shone its stars and fluttered its gills. The bright, starlight scene splashed with short bursts of light. Small and delicate. A constellation in a jar.There used to be a horse and a kid. The horse galloped around, when or wherever it goes, it leaves. And when it leaves, it’s gone. And then the young one, the little child, was left to fathom the starry night, wondering why, oh why, did he leave....

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Ghost of a Chance.

Weekly Contest #362

"Chocolate cake and coffee.....""Hey, hold on, that's my coffee!" Clara was usually a quiet, timid sort of young lady. But this guy had suddenly and grumpily swiped her routine morning latte with caramel moccha topping, and was heading from the coffee shop."Wait, you've got the wrong coffee. Look, it's got my initials on it, C.M." She impulsively tried to grab his arm, hoping he wouldn't spill her precious morning caffeine fix. The moody stranger turned, and checked the coffee cup he was holding. He asked, "Does it matter? What's your name?...

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The Magical Land of Noodleville An Adventure About Friendship, Kindness, and Love

Weekly Contest #362

Have you ever wondered what happens in a kitchen after everyone goes to sleep?When the moon rises over the Happy Kitchen, something magical happens.The spaghetti twirls like dancers.The carrots race through the garden on tiny scooters.The apples play catch.The marshmallows bounce so high they almost touch the clouds.Even the spoons, whisks, and rolling pins come to life!Welcome to Noodleville, where every day is an adventure, every meal is a celebration, and everyone knows that the best ingredient in any recipe is love.Among all the happy fo...

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A Taste for the Present Time.

Peter Von Zur Muehlen

Weekly Contest #362

The desire for a good meal resides in a place within my conscience which is not easily summed into a single concept. I do not like to cook but I want to eat things that are well prepared. I don't like to cook because I just do not have the skill sets that make it easy. I cannot finely chop anything. My diced onions are always large chunky affairs. I lack patience. I seem to lack patience in every area of my life these days, though maybe that isn't the right way to frame it. I am easily bored now and cooking isn't very engaging. So, what I mu...

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See Me Through Your Heart

Weekly Contest #361

Advisory: Fatal Accidents & TraumaSubstance MisuseDomestic Conflict Chapter 1: Is It Really Over?“Summer was over, and so were we. No matter how many times I thought it, I said it, or even tried to end it, I couldn’t. Not because I didn’t want to; I did. It’s just that until this moment, I didn’t have the strength to make it final. Anthony’s prolonged absence means he’s already moved on. I’m tired of waiting for him to return. So I’ll ghost him too.”Tears welled as Amber’s glossy eyes read the words she had just penned in her journal. ...

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I Think I Saw A Miracle

Weekly Contest #361

All Adoptions Start in a Dark Place CHAPTER ONE“I consider myself an atheist, but I think I saw a miracle today.”It was early September in Nashville—hot and humid, the kind of Southern weather that wilts you by noon. The ceiling fans were spinning, the AC was humming, and a couple of portable fans followed me from room to room.My phone lay on the kitchen island amid breakfast crumbs—biscuits, bacon, and a few sticky rings of orange juice—when it chimed. The caller ID showed the adoption agency I’d been working with for weeks. It was the dire...

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