Christian fiction

Fortune and Glory . . .

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“It’s not the greatest line Doug – where did you say are?”

“In Madya Pradesh, India . . . stopping over in Burhanpur.”

Jay’s mind raced through his mind’s comprehensive personal encyclopaedia and atlas, and filled in his own mental jigsaw, Douglas’s own voice ghosting in from the past “Fortune and glory, Jay . . . fortune and glory.”

“On the Tapi river? You’re still on the Solomon thing? Treasure hunting, Douglas – really, isn’t that a little too Hollywood, even for you? So are you chasing the fabled Red Sea-Ophiri trade route up towards the ancient gold mines, or heading for the sites of the diamond mines near Datia? And why call me, have you found some old sandalwood or kurusha you want me to analyse for you?

“Actually, I’m just out here to see Ana . . . but what was that you just said about Solomon…

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Dragon Wildfire #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016

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Spirit the Dragon
Tasked to help the Prince’s heirs
Also called Wildfire

written following today’s prompt in the National/Global Poetry Writing Month 2016 – in this case an almanac feature on a mythical beast.

More about the adventures of Spirit/Wildfire will follow in the stories of Strong and Courageous

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Originally posted on sister blog, More Than Dreamt Of.

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Written in response to the prompt on FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES: Prompt Challenge #19 – A Celebration

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. . . . and re-introducing Dr Jay Genswood.

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Two separate events, eighteen months apart, have set me on my current path. The cynical academic I had been, sipping the complimentary drinks in business class on the ‘plane flying to meet my old college buddy Doug Kitchen in the Negev, would simply not recognise the man who walked out of Ana’s office in an astounded daze one and a half years later . . .

The robust wooden door before me bore the nameplate ‘Dr Ana Krino’, and as I knocked it sounded a comfortingly solid low note. I was greeted by a woman with Mediterranean looks, seemingly about my own age. She glanced at my face and an expression of superficial recognition quickly formed into a welcoming smile.

“Dr Genswood…

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Strong & Courageous – a Prologue

Originally posted on sister site More Than Dreamt Of

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Strong and Courageous were brothers. Strong was very, very strong; and Courageous was the bravest dwarf in the kingdom.

But the pair had not always been brothers. When they were very young, they had each been captured by slave traders. They were rescued by a Prince, whose name was “Wonderful”. He set them free, but was so deeply wounded in the battle to save them, that by the time he had brought them to the palace of his Father, the King, he had no strength left, and he died.

The Prince’s Father was heartbroken at the loss of his son, but adopted Strong and Courageous, and so they became brothers in a new adoptive royal family.

Three days later an amazing thing happened: Prince Wonderful was miraculously brought back to life by his Father’s love. He became stronger than ever before and took his rightful place, sitting on his own…

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The Treasure Special

This flash fiction short story was written on sister blog More Than Dreamt Of for Flash! Friday Weekly Event 2-48.

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Written for today’s Flash! Friday challenge, prompted by this photograph, to include reference to ‘treasure.

Chef at the Trans-Siberian rail wall, between Moscow and Khabarovsk. CC 2.0 photo by Leidolv Magelssen. Chef at the Trans-Siberian rail wall, between Moscow and Khabarovsk. CC 2.0 photo by Leidolv Magelssen.

The Treasure Special I stepped up into the first carriage, but many on the platform didn’t seem to realise that the train had arrived. “Leave your baggage behind, ” the Conductor suggested with a smile, “I’ll stow it for you, no trouble. This end is full, but head through and you’ll find plenty of room further back.” “Thanks.” “Thank you, Sir . . . and welcome to the Treasure Special”. The murmur of contented travellers enjoying the warmth and light, sharply contrasted with the cold dull platform. At Compartment 3, I was confused to be greeted once again by the Conductor. “How did you . . . .?” “Oh,” he smiled, “I’ve known my way around this train all…

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Time to Run

This short story was written on sister blog More Than Dreamt Of for Christian Flash Weekly Event #27.

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The following was written for Christian Flash Weekly Event #27 – please click through to see the other submissions.

Listen, Israel: Today you are about to cross the Jordan to go and drive out nations greater and stronger than you, with large cities fortified to the heavens.
– Deuteronomy 9:1 (HCSB)

Time to Run

I crouched in silence, hiding in the darkness behind my eyelids. Adrenaline pouring through me, and time slowed. A man’s voice was shouting, pausing, shouting . . . and then a gunshot rang out and my world accelerated into a wall of noise.

The stadium wasn’t huge, but this college meet was the biggest of my life. Coach’s words ran around my head, “You have this Izzy. Yours is a God-given talent, and this is your time. Jordan is your marker – stay with her around the bend . . . then let go, and Go. “

Rising…

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Time to Leave

Written for last week’s Flash Friday challenge, with prompts of the image shown, to include a baby, and extra credit for a character called ‘Stella’! Lots of fun to do if you can find the time to write 150 words on a Friday!

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Written for this week’s Flash Friday challenge.

St Kilda, Scotland. CC photo by Neil Wilkie St Kilda, Scotland. CC photo by Neil Wilkie

Time to Leave

“It’s time.” whispered Rob.

Time. After hundreds of years, and generations of my family living in the same croft, climbing the same hills and cliffs . . . now was time for us to leave. My Ella would be the last baby born on this island. My kind-hearted, innocent, bonny wee St Ella of St Kilda would not know her home.

Daddy always told me as we walked to the church meeting house each Sunday morning that we were caretakers of the island: “God gi’ us this land t’ mind. We tek care o’ the land f’r Him, and the land will tek care o’ us.”

We hadn’t taken care of it. We killed the land when we changed the way we farmed, and now it would no longer sustain us.

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Rings

This short story was written on sister blog More Than Dreamt Of for Christian Flash Weekly Event #22.

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The following was written for Christian Flash Weekly Event #22 – please click through to see the winning submission, judge’s comments and this week’s challenge.

On the contrary, we speak God’s hidden wisdom in a mystery, a wisdom God predestined before the ages for our glory.
– 1 Corinthians 2:7

Rings

“Thank you for coming at such short notice Jay, and it’s good to see you too, Eli.”

“You knew your message would intrigue me Douglas, but to be honest I didn’t need much of an excuse to get away from the university and come – you also know full well this place has been on my bucket list for a long time.”

Douglas’s message had been short:

KADNEG. PET TREE. COME ASAP, BRING E. – D –

Douglas had always had a talent for grabbing my attention, ever since we were freshmen. A petrified tree turning up at his Kadesh…

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Waiting

This is a short story I wrote last weekend, which I have posted on my new sister blog, “More Than Dreamt Of”, which I am using for fiction. Hope you enjoy!

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The following was written for the Christian Flash Weekly Event #20 – please click through to see the eligible submissions (this is ineligible for the event itself as it borrows its characters and setting from the play ‘Waiting for Godot’ by Samuel Beckett).

‘He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.’
– Ecclesiastes 3:11

Waiting Tree

“How long have we been waiting now?”

“Oh, for some time, to be sure . . . it has been a while.”

“Will He come soon do you think? We’ve been waiting a good while.”

“Oh yes, very soon, I’m sure. It has been a while.”

“The tree looks a good deal healthier now. It doesn’t seem that long since it was just bark, and twigs.”

“Indeed. Those leaves certainly give this whole place…

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