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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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Fiction meets Reality

Weekly Contest #351

Lester Dent—author of the famous pulp-fiction series Doc Savage—finished describing his favorite character for his next installment in the series, The Submarine Mystery, and leaned back in his chair. “Good old Doc!” Lester thought. “But I think you need to change. Just like I am growing old, my old friend, it’s time for you to grow older, also. No longer will you be completely infallible. You need to become more human—same weaknesses, same propensities.” Lester leaned forward and reached out to the page with Doc’s description: …giant of a ma...

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The Weight of Silence

Theresa Wade

Weekly Contest #351

At first, she didn’t notice it.Silence wasn’t loud. It didn’t knock or announce itself. It didn’t arrive with warning signs or sudden shifts. It didn’t come crashing into her life demanding attention.It just… appeared.Small. Subtle.The first time she chose not to speak.She felt it then—barely. A light pressure, like something resting gently on her shoulders. Easy to ignore. Easy to dismiss.“It’s nothing,” she told herself.And maybe, in that moment, it was.But silence has a way of growing.It doesn’t stay small. It doesn’t remain harmless. It ...

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April's Fool

Weekly Contest #350

I just received my tax bill. Are you serious-a penalty? A late filing fee? Excuse me. For what? Everybody knows there's no April 31, and April 1 doesn't count. Why? Because it's a federal holiday! Why does our government feel so entitled as to break the rules and laws? Everybody knows ALL bills get a fifteen-day grace period. Do the math. That means May 1 is the real income tax filing deadline. So how is filing my taxes on May 01 considered late? How come our government, with all its great intentions and flaws, can not calculate...

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Me the Fish

Tom Davies

Weekly Contest #350

There was an incident at the office opposite my shop today. I don’t know whether ‘incident’ is the correct word for what happened as it has such negative connotations. And what happened wasn’t necessarily negative, it was just very strange. Although I believe the police are investigating so perhaps it was negative after all.It’s not really my business and I’m worried about coming across like a busy-body. A nosy neighbour - that’s not me at all. Although I am community-minded. And communion-minded when I can remember to get to mass. I stare a...

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Thoughts I Couldn’t Silence

Andressa Razera

Weekly Contest #350

I don’t understand why the sky is blue.I’ve heard explanations—about light, reflection, and the vastness above us—but none of them ever quieted the question inside me. Because what I was really asking was not about color. I was asking about the meaning.Why this world? Why this design? Why this life that unfolds around us with such beauty, and yet so many unanswered questions?I don’t understand why they say there is water above us, as if the heavens themselves hold something we cannot reach. And maybe that’s what unsettled me the most—the ide...

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they might steal The Son Because The Priest is bunting

Nick Matsas

Weekly Contest #350

I hope one day they’ll raise the draft age and I can die somewhere outside Tehran, as a conscientious objector, subjected to helping the wounded of the current administration's policies, which is why I believe life is already carved out for you when you’re born. I will not die in Iran, though I wish to, and though I will do what I can to make that happen, I will continue to live in Southern California, in a beautiful house with a garden, and the weather that suits my tan. Sometimes I have 10 dollars, and sometimes I have 7,000, and I have ne...

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At thirteen I defeated the weight of silence in Rome and took to the streets

Anna Cuccuru

Weekly Contest #350

They attacked me with a brass knuckle, and I am only thirteen years old. I have always lived in Rome; I am a volunteer of the Youth for Peace who then organized a demonstration right where they attacked me to defend my friends. The voluntary association called the Community of Sant ‘Egidio of Rome gave me a hand to take to the streets in the Marconi area. On the day of my attack, a teenager punched me in the face while I was with my friends at the Tiber Marconi Park and in the neighbourhood, everyone knows me because I am a volunteer of the ...

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The Lone Traveler

Michael Mackenzie

Weekly Contest #349

Beneath barren trees that loomed high in what remained of the forest, Roddy held his breath and pushed his face deep into the wet mud as he crawled toward the peak of the mountain. He pulled the map from his back pocket and opened it as drops of rain fell. He took a deep breath, his hands trembling in the cold. The map had been marked with all the places he’d looked, the miles and miles of places they could have taken her. The map was 200 miles radius of the area between Philadelphia and New York, with parts of Pennsylvania and New Jersey. ...

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A Strange Cure

Rich Bisson

Weekly Contest #349

Jonathan glanced out the window at the sunset developing in the West. Fog had rolled in earlier, partially blocking the view of the Golden Gate Bridge. On any normal day, the bright orange hues of the brilliant sky would have calmed his soul. But not today.“What do you see?” The strain in the voice of his professor was plain for all to hear. After all, this was no ordinary day.“They’re down there, alright.”“How many?”Jonathan grabbed a pair of binoculars from the table and, from the view of his sixteenth-floor apartment, studied the scene be...

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Promise keeper

Weekly Contest #349

Today is April 31, 2020. I’m not sure why I care but I peep at my phone screen and take note of the date. It’s a Saturday. The sun is roasting my right arm, shooting through my bedroom window. The sting on my skin wakes me and I’m a bit groggy. I’m not sure what it is yet but something’s different. I feel different. I slide out of my old, single bed and slowly walk to the bathroom. I feel like brushing my teeth. Yes. It’s been a few months…maybe a year, since I was conscious about my hygiene or anything good. My mirror is broken but I can ...

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Left but not Forgotten

Weekly Contest #349

Left but Not Forgotten Blue and soft pink streaked across the horizon on an early May morning, colors blending like brushstrokes across the sky. Birds gathered at the feeder, fluttering and chirping as they pecked at the seed. Dew clung to the blades of grass, sparkling like diamonds, while a gentle breeze stirred the branches of the trees. Purple crocuses and bright yellow daffodils displayed their beauty in the well‑groomed yard surrounding Brenson Manor, as if celebrating the arrival of spring.The stillness invited memories, whether Emma ...

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Echoes of the Hillside

Emily A

Weekly Contest #349

I sat upon a hillside, all my life before me and behind me, somehow it is possible to already have lived your future, did you know that? When you grow up, you have grand ideas of what your future and your life will be. Adventures, family, achievements, and the like! You set up dreams, ghosts of the future that you pray and beg for daily to come true, and you start to watch for the signs of these dreams becoming real. Then, one sister gets married, her dreams come true, and you think, I am a step closer to my turn for something grand! Anothe...

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Craving a Mind

Sasha Price

Weekly Contest #349

CW: Violence, self-harm, mental health Hurt. Sick. Pain. I can barely see. Every minute, I hunch over to sink my teeth into something. Something that makes me feel…alive. Good. The screams, the nightmares, the hazy memories—they are all one decaying dream now. Until I look at the open sky, I am going back in time. You have a lot on your mind? Hah! I’d say don’t make me laugh, but as you can tell, I’m already dead inside.Back then, I had places to go—school halls that smelled like cleaner and sweat, a boy who held my hand like he meant it, sm...

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My Day

Antonino Giannetto

Weekly Contest #349

Today is April 31st, 2032, my city outside my window had changed its skin like a snake.Vengeance Day or what once was called May Day now is now euphemistically known as “My Day”Mentioned so casually like it was some harmless holiday, like Sweetest Day or Arbor Day. It’s been six years since the laws were rewritten after the riots, the referendums, the endless debates about “Rights and Reparations” Once a year on this date, for twelve hours, every law and statute is suspended. No police, no courts, no consequences where anything goes, until t...

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The Monster's Question

Weekly Contest #348

The Monster's QuestionThe hum started the day Specialist First Class Zoe Toussaint stopped being a man and became a weapon. It followed him everywhere now—a low, growling frequency beneath the skin of the world, like something huge turning over in its sleep.He sat on the edge of a bed that wuz never hiz, in a cell that felt like a movie set, staring at hiz handz. Clean. Nails trimmed. A few scarz—memento from a childhood incident involving a dog and a broken fence. These were the handz of a protective man.But hiz memory held different imagez...

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