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

150+ 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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CHRISTIAN-ISH by Brittney Gathen

Brittney Gathen

Weekly Contest #347

I couldn’t have heard him right. Tonight was supposed to be the night that Eden Aimes life changed for the better, the night that all of her mama’s coaching and nagging finally paid off, the night that the Pinterest board she’d made of her dream wedding and the list of ideal future children’s names she’d made would serve as testaments of her proactive forethought, not evidence that she was delusional and man-obsessed, like her older sister, Erin, said. Tonight was the night that she was supposed to become the future wife of Ezra DeShawn Mo...

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Chicken Noodle Ice Cream

Britt D. Pierce

Weekly Contest #347

Sharron looked through the frosty glass at the ice cream shop and took in the six options. “This is all you have? Vanilla…that's creative. Look, to go along with it, we have chocolate. I’m amazed. Oh, and chocolate chip, impressive. You do know that rainbow sherbet is not ice cream, right?” Sharron was young, in her early twenties. Still at a rebellious stage in life but at a point where she knew she did not know everything but liked to pretend that she did. She was not remarkably pretty but was confident in herself and who she was, regardle...

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The Heart Posture for True Love

Selena Williams

Weekly Contest #347

Vikie and Tonya have been best friends since they were 5 years old. Their parents always told them that when they got older, they would become wives and have a family of their own. So, when Vikie turned 25, she was tired of her family asking her when she was going to get married. She pressured her boyfriend to marry her, or she’d leave him. After a four-year-long relationship with her boyfriend, she finally got engaged. Tonya, on the other hand, had never been in a relationship; her family even questioned her sexuality, but Tonya didn’t let ...

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Unraveled

Sarah Hayes

Weekly Contest #347

Daddy. I clutch the back seat, staring out our minivan’s rear window. Thick dust clouds block my view as Mom speeds away. Dad, I correct myself. That’s what fifth-graders say. Even if he calls me Daddy's little girl. Swiping the back of my hand across my eyes, I search for him. His white t-shirt and blue jeans are barely visible. His blonde hair, the same camel-blonde as mine, has faded into the plumes of dirt. I won’t turn around until we’ve taken too many turns for me to ever find my way back. Not that it matters, because he won’t be the...

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But I have prayed for you

Weekly Contest #347

The sanctuary is packed. I'm already sweating and it's only been ten minutes since I arrived. I'm waiting in the doorway and pretending to be busy with my phone as more saints walk into the church. The decoration inside is exquisite; It's obvious that the first lady, Mrs. Roshe was involved in the aesthetics department. It's the holy week; Jesus dies on the cross and rises to ascend to heaven but before He does, He visits the disciples a lot. I can't forget what the bible says about Thomas in that passage. The fact that Jesus went as far as ...

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Paulo Perez

Ben Loveland

Weekly Contest #347

For Paulo these were no new feelings, the lump in his throat from the shortness of breath, the electric like tension he feels all over his skin, and rise in body temperature. The uncontrollable shaking. Maybe that’s just how his body reacts to the hormones, maybe it’s the sense of guilt he feels, maybe it’s a mix of the two. But that is neither here nor there, the fact is after going straight for four months, Paulo was looking at pornography again.He puts his phone down and starts thinking to himself, I’ve been here before, I know it’s not a...

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Bethlehem

Weekly Contest #347

Wife The way that the rainstorm can turn sideways and knock me off my feet is the way that he came into my room that night.I had felt vulnerable all that day. Joseph seemed to forget me. He didn’t see me. We were going about the business of managing the farm. Feed the chickens. Feed the goats. Manage the wheat. Fill the cart and drive the mule, moving the crops from the fields into the barn. It was an ordinary day. The sun climbed slowly up into heaven and seemed to sit there over us, melting us. I felt naked with my clothing rendering to my...

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From a false truth to a lie the path is blurred: in search of the truth for the manager of a property

Anna Cuccuru

Weekly Contest #347

This is a story that draws on an authentic experience.It is a story that hides a fraud and a false belief but let us start from the beginning. The story is set in Italy, in a northern region called Emilia Romagna in a small, quiet, historic, and humertous town called Ferrara. The manager of a small Room and Breakfast guest house hosted a Chilean lady named Alexandra Lorena for a good two weeks in the company of her father Enrique from Chile. From the very beginning, the lady told the room and breakfast manager that she was in Italy to divorc...

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The Love of Time

Izabella McClurg

Weekly Contest #347

As a woman of twenty-three, I find life is too full and the days are too short for family condolences or family memories. This is a life of lust. A life of self-discipline. You can’t just simply ignore the fact that life is full of hatred and sorrow and people are ‘busy busy busy’ as my aunt Stacy says. There is simply too much to do around my little apartment that there is no room for those small things any more. My mother called me yesterday saying how much she missed me and asking me if this weekend I would come over for her birthday, ju...

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The Sinner's Angel

Weekly Contest #346

It now seems unfortunately ironic to say her house was full of life.The little stone walk that led from the street to the porch meandered through the garden. The first steps took you through the gate, graced by the miniature rosebushes. From there, you'd pass the bench that sat beneath the magnolia tree. A tree that large must be at least fifty years old, and the swing hanging from it might be almost as old. The weathered ropes creaked as they swayed in the breeze. There was always the gentlest of breezes. It was as if the wind never dared d...

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What Happened To Father?

Chris Flynn

Weekly Contest #347

Chris Flynn2,135 words What Happened To Fatherby Chris Flynn It seems like it’s been forever in the desert. My mind and my heart are in two totallydifferent places. My emotions are rolling on the plane home. My sweet little sister is picking meup. I can’t wait to see her. It’s been too long. My mind, is still on the front lines going overpossible missions that still need to be done. My family is waiting for me at home, but the boyswill be left behind. What can anyone do?The flight home was easy. Everyone was nice and thankful for my service....

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Access Denied

Laura Fred-Smith

Weekly Contest #347

Trigger warnings- Views on Religon and politics may not align with all readers. “Knock, Knock. You got a minute?”“Sure, Peter, come on in. What Can I do for you?” “I’m sorry to interrupt you in your office like this, but there is a situation at the gate. Another one arrived today. She disagrees with my decision, insists that she has a reservation, and refuses to get on the elevator to go down. She is demanding to speak to you.”With a deep sigh, I stand from behind my desk. “Let me guess, and other evangelical?”“Yes, according to her file. Sh...

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The wanderer of Nod

Jennifer Rushing

Weekly Contest #346

The Wanderer of NodThe odometer on the dash of the ’74 sedan had stopped turning centuries ago, frozen at a number that looked like a long, tired sigh. Cain didn’t know why he had finally stepped out of the car. Perhaps he thought the asphalt would feel different beneath his boots than it did beneath the tires. It didn’t. It felt like nothing—a smooth, frictionless plane that offered no resistance and no direction.He walked with a slow, agonizing deliberation down the center of the road. To his left and right, the suburb of "Nod" was a maste...

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An Adventure with Bob, Fred, and Doctor Dill Pickle

Weekly Contest #346

Once upon a time in the land of Snackville, Bob the Cheeseburger, with his cheese self and Fred the Taco with his spicy salsa, and their wise friend Doctor Dill Pickle decided to take a bus trip. They wanted to visit the Great Picnic Park, where the grass is always green, and the lemonade is always fresh.They packed their bags (Bob made sure to bring extra ketchup) and hopped on the Snackville Express Bus. But as the wheels rolled along, something strange happened: the road kept going and going! It twisted, turned, and stretched on forever. ...

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Vessel

Eric Manske

Weekly Contest #346

Mark’s body crumpled to the floor. It was an odd sensation. Not the falling but watching himself from a distance and still feeling some of the impact of his body against the floor. It felt different from experiencing it within his body. It felt softer. He might not have known what happened, except that he was watching his body fall, and the sensations coincided with what he saw. Equally as weird was the recognition that the eyes of his body remained shut, but he was able to see, let alone with a third-person perspective. The colors every...

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