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The Storm Within the Tempest

Submitted to Contest #332

He passed by me this evening in the garden. He tried to smile but the tortured look in his eyes overshadowed any welcome from his lips. I looked back at him as he walked past me. I know this man. He wandered quickly beyond the oleander bushes and olive trees, then disappeared. The clouds above were gathering and darkening as they coalesced. I was too late to call out his name. Jesus, yes, that is his name, the holy man from Nazareth. No time now to catch up with him. My friend should be waiting for me down the path. I turned away to follow t...

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Faith in Waiting

Submitted to Contest #331

It was the middle of winter, and the snow was falling. A husband and wife sat in front of the fire watching the wood crackle. They had been married for a while and had been praying for a child. The woman had thick, blond hair and was fair-skinned. The man had a muscular build, he was outgoing and knew everyone in town. He was the local pastor of the small town they lived in. They both had strong faith in the Lord and knew God would be faithful. As month after month went by, she kept praying. You could see that some months she was sad and dow...

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Prism Walk

Submitted to Contest #332

It was getting dark between the houses as we rushed through the borough for the last time this week. The shadows hiding in the concrete pavement came to life beneath the dim streetlight’s glow and wrapped their willowy arms around my six-year-old legs. I wondered how it would be if the shadows just lifted me off to another place, but Daddy was pulling my arm so tightly that I refocused as my Mary Janes barely skimmed the sidewalk surface. “Hurry along, Desi,” Daddy instructed. “We don’t want to miss the opening prayer.” Daddy had joined the...

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An Unexpected Gift

Submitted to Contest #331

The gift wasn’t wrapped in paper or tied with ribbon. It didn’t come in a box left on a doorstep or inside a card slipped under a door. It arrived quietly, like a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, released just in time. It wasn’t anonymous; I know exactly who sent it, but it was unexpected. A kindness from a higher power I had spent years pushing away. God, patient as ever, must have looked at me in all my stubbornness and said, “She’s still mine. Watch what I can do.”I’d spent a long stretch of my life running, numb, reckless, and c...

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Aunt Bea

Submitted to Contest #331

“I suppose that in all the world there could never be another Aunt Bea.”New to Halifax and half-lonesome, waiting to ship out for the latest fight, that being World War II, I’d begun visiting hospitals and prisons, telling myself I was bringing cheer when really I was looking for some myself. And what do I see?Frost bloomed across the hospital windowpane in fern-like patterns, thick and white, hiding the city outside. A battered radiator hissed in the corner, fighting a losing battle against the Halifax winter. Yet here, in this cold, was a ...

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Grace Unexpected

Submitted to Contest #331

Waiting is something most people learn to dislike, but for my childhood friend Tyson, waiting became a way of life—a quiet, steady rhythm that shaped the past thirty years. If blessings often come in pairs, his tended to arrive only after valleys of hardship, wrapped in disguises no one would willingly choose. Yet he carried his burdens with the kind of faith that feels old-fashioned, the kind you read about in stories rather than see lived out in real time.Tyson grew up as the son of a minister, tucked into the rhythms of Sunday sermons, We...

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Drop Bible

Submitted to Contest #330

In the beginning, there was Cirrus. Cirrus was white and puffy. It was spacious, yet light as an atom. The people of Cirrus, Particles, floated around happily, doing whatever they pleased, going wherever they wanted. But they never left Cirrus, for they’d never thought of it — why bother when everyone was happy? However, one day, a particularly curious Party — that’s what Particles called themselves — ventured outside of his puffy kingdom and, floating through the air, stumbled upon the people of Misties in the world of Stratus. Stratus was...

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Angel Unaware

Submitted to Contest #330

Angel Unaware “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” Hebrews 13:2 It was a cloudy day as Eve set out on her daily walk. The forecast had called for rain in the early afternoon, and she wanted to make sure to get her exercise today. There was a strong wind from the north, and Eve could feel the chill through her coat. She wished she had worn another sweater and gloves. A hat would have been a good choice as well. She hurried along, growing weary in her struggle. ...

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Blue Skies

Submitted to Contest #330

From the very start, we’ve been locked in a wild, relentless rivalry. No surrender, no tears, just pure, glorious chaos. We’ve pushed, shoved, bitten, scratched—if it’s trouble, we’ve tried it. We crash into each other, fully charged, never holding back. Most people don’t get it, but that’s the sibling code. And for us, it’s double trouble—we’re twins. This is simply how we’ve always been.***Throughout our lives, we have always competed. I said my first word before her and was the first to get in trouble. She started dating first, but I marr...

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The Priest who healed the sky

Submitted to Contest #330

“Why does life give its hardest lessons to the people already struggling to survive?”Amina whispered the question into the window of the airplane, watching the clouds blur beneath her like white dust on blue cloth. It was a question she had carried for years—through hospital rooms, through fainting spells, through nights where breathing felt like swallowing glass. At twenty-nine, she had learned that her body was as unpredictable as the wind. Doctors called it “chronic autonomic failure with episodic collapse.” She called it “the thing that ...

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Love Story - How I Met the Man who Changed Me

Submitted to Contest #330

Love Story How I Met the Man who Changed Me Page 1I was already in my thirties. There is a notion in the mind of young ladies that women in their thirties are already hitting a wall or getting to a state of near or total desperation (depending on who you are talking to). Well in my case, while I was at that age, I wasn't at that mindset. You see, I had dated in my twenties. Yes. Not a lot by most standards, but I had a good grasp of relationships- what I wanted and how they made me feel. I had nothing against them - relationships. I just...

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him

Submitted to Contest #330

I don’t know exactly when I started paying attention to him. It was progressive. I began noticing this tall man whose features struck me as very singular; He obviously wasn’t Hungarian. I became curious. I wanted to know where he came from. I knew he must be from one of the neighbouring countries, but I didn’t know which: Slovakia, Slovenia, Czech Republic? I took note of the few pupils he could have a conversation with; that young one, whom at one point I thought might be his son, and the one whose particular eyebrows I really like. I someh...

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Juniper Willoughby

Submitted to Contest #330

“June, it is time for you to show Malcolm to the door.”“Yes, Mother.” “Thank you for having me, Mrs. Willoughby. It was really a treat joining you for church. And the brunch was delicious!”“You’re quite welcome, Malcolm. I’m pleased that you enjoyed yourself. Now don’t keep your mother waiting. I’m sure she’s arriving as we speak.”“Yes, Mrs. Willoughby.”Malcolm stood from his chair in the dining room, and his napkin fell from his lap to the floor. Oblivious to the faux pas, he proceeded to step on it, making haste to shake Mrs. Willoughby’s ...

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The Battle Fought in Silence

Submitted to Contest #329

Nicholas had checked his homework only once so far, so going to the bowling alley was simply impossible. As advanced as Kcizky seemed to be to all the Kcizkians, they had no help for internal wars, and there was no one who understood him well enough to offer advice. But his younger sister Phoebe insisted he come along for her birthday. He never had agreed, only said it was a nice idea. Now here he was, being dragged there against his will. He stuffed as many pages of homework under his arm as he could while his adopted father hauled him out ...

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The Exorcist

Submitted to Contest #329

[Warnings: religion, disturbing??, possession, miscarriage] ‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙ “If we fear the Devil, we have already ceded too much to him. I respect the Devil. I highly respect him. I do not, however, fear him. I fear God alone.” — Father Carlos Martins, The Exorcist Files I ascend the concrete steps to the Bishop residence, old knees creaking a protest. The bag in my hand clatters the tools inside. I reach the top of the front porch, and take a moment to remark my surroundings. I look over my shoulder, brows tugging up despite sagging skin. ...

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