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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.

Christian Short Stories – Page 6 of 10

2100: The Lord is Good

Eric Manske

Weekly Contest #336

CW: Racially offensive languageTobby Kamati was excited to arrive at Meadowcreek Township. Today, he and his team leader, Deng Wei, were trekking into the interior of Cherokee-Ozark territory in North America to locate at least one of the rumored villages. Their goal was to learn what had survived and emerged since the war and how much of the Gospel was still retained. Tobby had prepared in multiple locations in Africa for over two years to join this mission and today would be his first step into the great unknown.Wei was already at the miss...

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Heaven Eleven

Olivia F

Weekly Contest #336

I must admit I wasn’t a decent person throughout my life, which is why I was sent to work in Heaven Eleven the day I died. Heaven Eleven is a 24-hour convenience store for deceased souls. I was made to work there because, as I was told, hard work in the afterlife is the only path to everlasting salvation. The day I arrived to Heaven I was placed in a queue in a job centre, designed to help determine what sort of work we would be doing for the rest of our immortal life. The angels at the counter took quite some time to get through the queue w...

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The Married Prophet

A. Monai

Weekly Contest #335

I didn't want to tell her that I slept with him. I didn't want to tell anyone, other than my sister of whom I'd already spoken to. Still, the conviction and unsettling in my chest told me that I should talk to someone. I thought if anything, I could at least ask her questions about him that would help bring me peace. I exited my red SUV, closing the door and heading for the house with my fingers twisting and fidgeting with each other. I arched my back to stretch my chest in hopes that it would cause some ease. Per usual routine, I rang the b...

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The Cocoon

Weekly Contest #335

Troy had been married now for two years. His wife, Sarah, was a kind woman who loved her husband and would do anything for him. They used to have so much fun together. They traveled town to town looking for any adventure they could get caught up in. When they weren’t traveling Troy was busy with his band. For years now he had chased his dream of making it big in the music business. Sarah was his biggest supporter and fan, but her joy began to dwindle the more Troy drank. She didn’t notice it all that much at first, but now with a ...

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Unawares

John Tyler

Weekly Contest #335

George sat tapping his foot impatiently. Millie was still putting on her makeup, even though church started in 10 minutes. Hard drops of rain pounded the old roof of their two bedroom house as Millie yelled out, “I’ll just be another minute!” “Better hurry,” said George, spitting tobacco into an empty coke bottle. Just then Millie came out of the bathroom. Even with her tired eyes, her bouncy brown curls and plump cheeks made many people guess she was younger than 40. George quickly hid his coke bottle spitter. Millie believed tobacco to be ...

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The Reserved Void

Jessica Robinson

Weekly Contest #335

The air in Evan’s transparent penthouse didn’t circulate; it lingered, filtered and chilled to a precise sixty-eight degrees with a hint of peppermint. It was the scent of a life without friction. He sat at his glass desk, staring at the digital readout of his quarterly earnings—numbers that long ago ceased to represent money and had become merely a high score in a game he was tired of playing.“You look tired, Evan,” a voice said. It was soft, melodic, and came from the air itself.He didn’t look up. “I’m not tired, Lyra. I’m just finished.”“...

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Three Rocks

James Butz

Weekly Contest #335

She took a deep, deliberate breath, then coughed as she hung up the phone. Therapy sessions hadn’t been working the way they used to. Maybe it was time for a new therapist, she thought. She sat for a few minutes, contemplating her next move—yoga or an old movie were the first options that came to mind. She coughed again, then sneezed, her sandy brown hair bouncing forward. A general malaise settled over her, and she knew she was at the early, critical point of an illness.Damn, I know I’m out of vitamin C and zinc tablets, she thought.It was ...

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From East to West

Toni Galvan

Weekly Contest #336

“I did it! I left her!” Jacob’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as he stared through the windshield. The empty blackness was cut only by the short yellow reflective lines that marked the center of the road.“What!” Kevin’s voice crackled through the car speaker, “ What happened?”“I told you, ever since Baby Jay was born, Ellen just isn’t interested in me anymore. She’s always ‘too tired’ or ‘too busy’ for anything. I even tried to order takeout last night. I thought we could cuddle on the couch and watch a movie together after the bab...

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The true meaning of Christmas

Weekly Contest #335

"How you feel about your family is a complicated thing. Deep down, you'll always love them. But you can forget that you love them, and you can hurt them and they can hurt you, and that's not just because you're young." Old Man Marley, Home Alone. Oh here we go…brace, brace… "Good morning everyone, it’s Holly and Jamie here with you this morning on Heart FM It's the 1st of December and I’m so excited to play the lady of the season…Maria, take it away ’aaaayyyyaaaa I don’t want a lot for Christmas....." Major hot flush incoming, blood press...

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Ornaments of Grace

Weekly Contest #335

ORNAMENTS OF GRACE Introduction The train slowed as it pulled into the small station, its whistle echoing across frosted fields, its brakes sighing like a weary traveler. Clara pressed her forehead against the cold glass and wondered to herself if she had made the right decision. Should she have gone home? But how could she? She would be a disgrace to her father! However, the consequences of a life with her new husband absolutely terrified her. Clara did not know what she was doing, or why she had chosen Pittsburg, Texas, as her destination,...

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I'll Say Something Next Time

Liora Marie

Weekly Contest #335

Author’s Note: This piece contains themes of emotional and spiritual abuse, religious trauma, homophobia, and references to self-harm and death (metaphorical)I would give anything to be like him. Loud. Radiant. Unapologetic. Free. I wasn’t. He was a hurricane. And at best… I was a pitiful gust of wind barely stirring up dust in this godforsaken town. He always said what he needed. And always meant what he said. Instead, I danced around the bush as my… charming mother would say. It’s not that I didn’t want to…. But… I couldn’t. I was scared...

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Luke Lucas, a man who crawled from Earth during the fire, and sings his own songs.

Nick Matsas

Weekly Contest #335

Some babies are born, others hatch, and a few are delivered, but Luke Lucas crawls out of the dirt—a naked man-child covered in mud with the longest fingernails between the Ozarks and Great Plains. His snarl is as natural as his blue eyes and lack of hair, possessing an appetite for air that never seems to be quenched, no matter how wide his nostrils flare. His birth, his rising, all happen on the evening of Glenpool, Oklahoma’s first uncontrolled fire. They’ve had their share of controlled fires. Glenpool is a prairie town, and they burn mo...

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Oh How She Hungers

CONSTANCE ROGERS

Weekly Contest #335

Light cast through the church, as if God was reaching a hand into the space to remind the few lingering congregation members of the Heavenly embrace that resided upon them. Its glow passed through the stained glass windows, and landed upon the hung head of the statue of Jesus upon the cross. “In the name of the Father…” Father Berkaman drew the sign of cross upon his chest in reverence, before crossing the stage to a smaller atrium. The last kneeling occupant finished her prayer, before rising and departing. Father Berkaman inclined his head...

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THE ZOOM CALL

Carl Birt

Weekly Contest #335

I looked at my watch for what seemed like the hundredth time. Just another 5 minutes before the scheduled ZOOM call. I had prepared for this all week. The call itself shouldn’t last any more than 45 minutes, and then I’d be free.I had plans to run home and after a quick shower and change of clothes We’d be on our way. We, being my wife and me. We were looking forward to a nice dinner out and then the weekend.I unzipped my duffle and removed my laptop and set it on my desk. Opening the lid, I booted up the machine and waited. Once everything ...

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Going Through The Motions

Cheri Perry

Weekly Contest #335

Rachel was a busy shop owner who had a husband and three kids. She lived in a small town in Alaska where she was raised. She felt alone even though she had family and friends around her. She had no reason to complain. Rachel’s shop was doing well, her kids did good in school and her husband Ben worked hard. She felt like something was missing though. Rachel was exhausted from her day. She closed up shop and went to pick up the kids from her Mom’s house. Then it was home to fix dinner and take care of her chores at home. Her husband would exp...

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