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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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One Life So Others May Live

Weekly Contest #344

Prompt: Write a story that includes the words “déjà vu” or “that didn’t happen.” One Life So Others May Live An obnoxiously loud alarm sounded jarring me from a troubled night of dreams. The ringing only lasted a few seconds but the blood curdling screams from my dreams continued to reverberate in my head long afterwards. Despite the horror resonating in my mind, I pulled myself up off the steel bed frame heading toward the iron bar gate. Magically it opened on its own as though some distant force was controlling it. I quickly joined the z...

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No Angels Came

Jim LaFleur

Weekly Contest #344

I never wanted the money. I only wanted the miracle he promised me would happen if I forced his hand.People will say I sold him. They will say I was greedy, that I counted coins while he counted souls. They were not there the afternoon a centurion beat old Matthias in the street until the dust around them turned dark.Yeshua knelt beside the old man after the soldiers moved on. He pressed his hands to the wounds, and the bleeding stopped. I watched it happen. The skin closed under his fingers. Matthias wept against Yeshua's chest and breathed...

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Human Composting

Antonino Giannetto

Weekly Contest #344

Includes sensitive content of death and burial Father Gianpaolo, I am sending this article to you and as we have previously crossed paths and will surely do so again. I am moving forward with this legislation here in our State. Attached is the article that shows clarity to my position on composting human remains or Natural Organic Reduction, known as NOR.(May 21 2019) Washington Democratic Gov. Jay Inslee signs legislation to legalize the natural organic reduction or composting of human remains effective May 1, 2020. The law bill 5001, allow...

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Glorious!

Weekly Contest #344

Prompt: Write a story where the traditional laws of time and space begin to dissolve. Glorious! “Glorious! Glorious! My words seem so inadequate to share the wonders before my eyes and what I am now feeling. Death cannot quell the mysteries of the Eternal One. There is a magnitude of joy that permeates the heavens. It is ceaseless. There are no boundaries; there is no Law because the Law has been overcome. Its indictments and consequences can no longer reach me beyond the grave. I have been set free.” The pain surges again in my bo...

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The Day at Golgotha

Makayla A

Weekly Contest #344

I’ve made a mistake. A robbery that went wrong. You see, my brother and I took many riches from our master. We were supposed to give it to our families. As we were stealing right under our master’s noses, I remembered a commandment. Thou shalt not steal. Would Adonai punish me for doing this? My brother did not listen to reason. We were caught. Our master killed my brother Haim, right before me. I dropped the coins and allowed them to fall to the floor. “Why, you dirty, Jews!” The new rug is now stained with his blood. I put my hands up in f...

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My Troubled Bridges

Frances Gaudiano

Weekly Contest #343

My Troubled BridgesBy Frances Gaudiano “I can’t come visit you at university,” I told my daughter. “Why not?” She wanted me to take her shopping and out for a meal – a bit of pampering to countereffect the pain of living in a dormitory. “Because there is a bridge between home and the campus.” Bridges - my nemesis. I’ve hated bridges all my life. When you think about it, the structure is just hanging there in mid-air. It has to collapse eventually. And I’ve seen plenty of photos in newspapers of crumpled causeways. There was the 1989 earthqua...

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The Margins of Rock Bottom - Based on My Lived Life Experience

Weekly Contest #343

She didn’t mean to make a ceremony out of it. It just happened that way. The first page tore too easily. The sound surprised her with a soft, almost polite noise. It was nothing like the noise in her chest. She stood in the kitchen with a stack of notebooks she’d been carrying for years, their covers bent, their margins crowded with questions she never finished asking. Scripture, prayers, half-brave hopes. She told herself she was only cleaning. Then the second page went. Then the third. By the time she noticed her hands were shaking, paper...

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Alessandro and the Greenhorn Kayaker

Christine Clark

Weekly Contest #343

Alessandro and the Greenhorn Kayaker Our timing couldn’t have been worse! The large water-taxi launch was bearing down full speed straight towards us as my date, Sandro, and I, struggled to get ahead of its path. “Paddle for your life!” he hollered above the roar of the approaching motorboat.~~~~~ Both in our late sixties, I met Alessandro in our Seniors’ Center carpet bowling club. I had been a widow for over 30 years and my friends relentlessly nagged me to start dating seriously. “If you don’t get out of your house you’ll never meet Mr. R...

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The Pregnant Baby Boy

Nick Matsas

Weekly Contest #343

He wakes everyone up at 7 am every day. He screams and screams until he is picked up and fed milk. He is rocked back and forth, held, and poops his pants. He is changed, but this will change. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s growing. The guards of his cradle will soon disappear, and so will his diaper. He will have to learn how to wipe his own ass and ask for food instead of crying for it, but he’s a stubborn fellow, and one night while his parents slept, a fairy came to visit him and grant him any wish. It said, “Look deep within your heart...

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Love is the Answer: My Second Chance at Life

Lynda Kathryn Parker

Weekly Contest #342

My life hasn’t been easy. You see, I should have been dead a long time ago. As Langston Hughes says, “My life has not been a crystal stair.”I was an outwardly happy teenager. Inside, I was very depressed and broken. I am not entirely sure why. I had some trauma in my life, but only God knows for sure. I was approximately seven when I noticed that I was not like the other kids. I was always playing by myself.The earliest memory that I have is sitting on the highest pull-up bar looking down at the other kids playing with each other on the play...

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Time Stops

Robyn Gale

Weekly Contest #342

This story begins with the day I was born. This is not your usual day of birth. On this day, I am 41 years old. I’m in a gay bar in downtown Salt Lake City, Utah. As I stand in the crowd at the bar waiting my turn to order a drink, I feel out of place. ‘I am not in my 20s anymore…or my 30s’, my mind rudely reminds me. Should I even be here? Leo and Mark are ahead of me in line. I just met them earlier this evening, but they treat me as a friend they’ve known for years. Mark looks back and sees me, then yells over the noise, “what drink do yo...

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Seaside Redemption

Bob Faszczewski

Weekly Contest #343

John Norton loved the peace and quiet of his palatial home on the bayside of 94th Street in Ocean City, Maryland. After a busy day filling prescriptions at Atlantic General Hospital in Berlin, Maryland he often would drive to his retreat at the beach and sit down to a dinner of medium rare steak and a glass of wine from Windmill Creek. Afterwards, he would continue reading his latest James Paterson crime novel while relaxing on the comfortable wicker chair on his patio. On most nights, this would lull him into a deep sleep there,...

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What would you call it?

Weekly Contest #342

Dear Heavenly Father Do you think I’m a fool?, like how most people say that I am. They call me stupid and gullible and yet my grades prove that I’m neither those things. I remember sharing about that kid in primary school that used to touch me up my skirt. The times he would compliment my panties if I happened to get a new pair, I didn’t know it was wrong then and I never told anyone about it so no one knew of it. Thought it was normal to be honest, I was 9 then and the lesson on abuse came only when I was 13 and I had switched schools. ...

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Love is in the Air

Eric Manske

Weekly Contest #342

(sensitive content: nothing on-scene, but allusions to violence to humans) The misters sprayed every several minutes, every hour, just like they did every day. No one questioned it anymore. No one wondered why the air was saturated each day with pheromones. No one asked whether removing the choice to love and simply dosing it all around was good for humanity. No one argued about anything anymore. Earth was a planet of kumbaya bliss. Batima strolled along the sidewalk in her neighborhood walking her dog. She waved and spouted niceties...

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Window To Heaven

Weekly Contest #342

She woke up with the first streaks of sunlight hitting her bed. It was a beautiful morning outside, the sky a perfect tone of blue, but Serena felt an inexplicable feeling of sadness slowly descending on her. She sat hunched on the bed. What was this surge overwhelming her, screaming from deep within her insides?She was spotting.Oh, my God, no, not again. Was she losing this one too? With her heart full of fear, she dashed to the toilet. She tried to slather the soap on, her hands shaking so much that she couldn’t even spread the toothpaste ...

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