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Blow Wind, Blow

#FWF Free Write Friday: Image Prompt

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Her eyes furtively stole a glance at him, sitting rigidly upright with both hands on the steering wheel. His firm young jaw line was tightly clenched, while his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, trying to rid himself of the lump in his throat that signified how close he was to tears. She quickly returned her gaze to the passing fields, fighting just as hard as he fought, not to cry. Continue reading Blow Wind, Blow

Edge…

Five Sentence Fiction – Edge

Apr 10, 2013 ~ 3 Comments ~ Written by lillie

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.
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Fear and regret welled up inside him, as searing hot pain burned him from within and without, consuming him in a blaze of hopeless torment. “Oh God,” he cried out in agony, as the bitterness of his current state engulfed him with sorrow and remorse, while the unrelenting holocaust drove home the knowledge that it was now too late to go back and change anything. 

He had always lived his life on the edge,  like a tightrope walker, while never fully committing to the Lord, he enjoyed many of the forbidden fruits of life, being careful not to do anything too terribly bad, and always making sure that he never missed going to church on Christmas and Easter. How sharply focused everything suddenly was, as revelation came in a flash of lightning, burning through all of the lies he had told himself through the seventy-eight brief years of his self-indulgent life, when he had vowed to  himself that he would make Jesus his Lord and Savior when he was older, only to continue putting it off until now, when his life was used up, and it was too late. The truth is that even if he had lived another seventy-eight years, he’d never really had any intentions of making peace with God, and now there was hell to pay, as the flames unceasingly tormented him. 

© 2013
Cheryl A. Showers

God’s Advice To You

Trifextra: Week Sixty-Two

On to the weekend challenge.  We want you to give us thirty-three words of advice. Your advice can be to anyone or about anything.  We only ask that you make it uniquely yours.  If you have time to kill, you can easily get lost in the advice of others here.

I don’t expect to win this challenge, because the advice is from God and the words below are His words from Micah 6:8… But I just couldn’t help but respond to this! 😀
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Trifecta Writing
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God’s advice: He has shown you, O man, what is good; And what does the Lord require of you But to do justly, To love mercy, And to walk humbly with your God?

Words…

Five Sentence Fiction – Words

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.
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Her words were like a razor, sharp and hard, slicing their recipient to shreds, with each lashing from her tongue.

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Just moments earlier, that same tongue had spoken words that were soft and soothing, a healing balm applied to the one she loved with gentleness, as she sought to heal some of the wounds caused by a lifetime of pain and abuse. There was great power in her words, and she was amazed at the transformation in her friend, who seemed to change from a lowly caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly, as she spoke those words of love and truth to her.

Yet now, as she peered at her reflection in the mirror with self-loathing, heaping those hateful curses on her image that looked back at her with tears in her eyes, she heard different words, coming from the Word Himself. “Be still, My love,” the Word tenderly whispered to her, “for you are My beloved, whom I have created fearfully and wonderfully in My image, for My glory and I command you to love yourself as I have loved you.”

© 2013
Cheryl A. Showers

Unquestioning

This post is in response to the Blog Challenge by Tilda Swift at her blog, Swift Expression. This is my entry for number 1.

If any of my readers derives inspiration from this post and would like to do something similar on their own blog, please provide full credit to the owner of the original Blog Challenge (as stated above) to abide by copyright laws.
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Unquestioning

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When does life begin?
There seems to be some confusion…
Does it begin at conception?
Or is it true that life is mere circumstance — just a chance?

Why are we so unquestioning
When a man or woman proclaims
The thing within the woman’s body
Is not a baby, not even human?
It’s merely a  fetus, a parasite to be destroyed
By choice…

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How can we deny the baby’s humanity
When only six weeks after conception,
The child has a face,
And a heart that beats
A heart that will one day love…

Why are we so unquestioning
When a man or woman proclaims
The thing within the woman’s body
Is not a baby, not even human?
It’s merely a fetus, a parasite to be destroyed
By choice…

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How can we not call
This precious one “Baby”
When at only twelve weeks
He sucks on his thumb
And yes — even feels pain?

Why are we so unquestioning
When a man or woman proclaims
The thing within the woman’s body
Is not a baby, not even human?
It’s merely a fetus, a parasite to be destroyed
By choice…

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As time marches on,
Baby changes and grows…
With all organs in place,
By her twenty-first week,
She clings tenaciously to life!

Why are we so unquestioning
When a man or woman proclaims
The thing within the woman’s body
Is not a baby, not even human?
It’s merely a fetus, a parasite to be destroyed
By choice…

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As Baby’s second trimester comes to a close,
She yawns and she stretches
And hiccups and kicks,
While she sucks her thumb.
If she were born now, this child could live!

Why are we so unquestioning
When a man or woman proclaims
The thing within the woman’s body
Is not a baby, not even human?
It’s merely a fetus, a parasite to be destroyed
By choice…

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As Mommy’s belly expands and it stretches,
She knows this is no tumor or parasite…
The evidence is clear, leaving no doubt
That within the depths of her womb
Human life is unfolding…

Why are we so unquestioning
When a man or woman proclaims
The thing within the woman’s body
Is not a baby, not even human?
It’s merely a fetus, a parasite to be destroyed
By choice…

Image Credit: Huffaker Photography

And now the time has come,
This tiny human is ready to be born…
But what if now, after all of this time,
Mommy suddenly changes her mind?
Does this child have no rights?

Why are we so unquestioning
When a man or woman proclaims
The thing within the woman’s body
Is not a baby, not even human?
It’s merely a fetus, a parasite to be destroyed
By choice…

© 2013
Cheryl A. Showers

What Must I Do To Be Saved?

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Caddo’s Seven Sentence Story

She quietly paced back and forth in the emergency room, too agitated to sit, as her prayers ascended to heaven like the smokey sweet cloying scent of incense rising to the throne of grace. Although she nervously paced back and forth, crying out to God for the life of the one she loved, who lay lifelessly bound by all of the wires, tubing and medical equipment, she had no fear — indeed, she was strikingly calm and peaceful.

The hospital staff, ambulance attendants and others who were present that night were mesmerized by the tranquility that emanated from the room, where her beloved lay drawing closer to death’s door with each passing moment. Her love for him was evident to all, and yet, it soon became apparent to all that she wasn’t alone in the room with him, as someone else appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and held her in His strong arms, comforting her, while she laid her head on His shoulder. The hospital staff watched in wonder, as they heard Him whisper to her, “Fear not, for I am with you, My beloved, and I will never leave you nor forsake you.”

Then, as her husband of more than 60 years drew his final breath, the staff and her family watched in amazement as the Prince of Peace gathered both of them effortlessly into His arms as a brilliant light encompassed the room, and the three of them ascended in a cloud of smoke, leaving nothing but two empty and lifeless bodies… Immediately, the room was filled with the cries of a repentant people crying out, “Lord, what must I do to be saved?”

© 2013
Cheryl A. Showers

Set Me Free!

The following story is for the __picture it & write blogging challenge. When I saw this image a few days ago, I knew I had to respond…

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As soon as Jesus got out of the boat, He was met by a man who came out of the burial caves there. This man had an evil spirit in him and lived among the tombs. Nobody could keep him tied with chains any more; many times his feet and his hands had been tied, but every time he broke the chains and smashed the irons on his feet. He was too strong for anyone to control him. Day and night he wandered among the tombs and through the hills, screaming and cutting himself with stones. ~ Mark 5:2-5 GNT

He had lived a lifetime in pain and loneliness. Most people called him crazy and stayed far away from him, afraid of what he might do to them. Doctors said he was a paranoid schizophrenic and tried to control the voices within him with medication, but not even their strongest medication could completely silence those terrible, dreadful voices that made him crazy… and wild… and violent… 

Because they couldn’t hear them, they tried to tell him the voices weren’t real. But he knew better. Those demonic voices were just as real as the doctors and everyone else. Because they couldn’t see them, they tried to convince him that the demons he saw didn’t really exist — that they were merely figments of his imagination, but again, he knew better. He had imagined things in his lifetime, and he knew the difference between what was imagined and what was real. The demons were around him and within him, tormenting him night and day, day and night.

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They thought they were helping him by placing him on medications to “quiet the voices and  stop the hallucinations,” but they weren’t helping. Instead, the medications caused him to feel sick and nauseated, rendering him unable to function and fight against the demons. He still heard their dreadful, tormenting voices and saw them, though they were hazier with the medication…

He had begun seeing and hearing the demons as a child, but no one took him seriously. They thought his “imaginary friends” were harmless and cute, and they didn’t believe him when he told them that it was his “friends” who broke his toys… and started the fights with other children… and cut him… and caused his “meltdowns”…

As he grew older, his behavior grew more and more violent. Other children avoided him. He began to play games… drawn to dark games with witches and wizards and dragons… The make-believe worlds in these games became his reality, and he began to read demonic books and study things of the occult world, and his harmless and cute “imaginary friends” began to openly revolt against him, as the many clamorous voices within him refused to be silent, allowing him no rest.

They were the ones who forced him to cut himself. It was they, who caused him to hurt the animals. He didn’t want to, but the demons tortured him until harried and exhausted, he no longer had the strength to fight them, and so he surrendered to their will. His surrender only made the demons stronger, and each time he submitted to their cruelties, first hurting himself and then animals, they demanded more and more from him.

It had now escalated to the point that even with the medicine, he was unable to rest… He would be unable to resist their demands much longer, and they were commanding him to take a human life… He didn’t want to do this horrible thing, but he was powerless. The demons and the medicine had rendered him helpless, and he had lost all control of his body. 

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While he lay naked and spent in the cemetary just outside of town limits, shackled by demonic chains unseen by mortal man, but there nonetheless, he began to weep, crying, “Set me free of these chains! Does anybody out there hear me?” One of the demons kicked him while he was down, causing him to curl up in a fetal position on his side, as he  continued to cry desperately for help.

“God please!” he cried, “I know I’ve done many terrible things, but please, Lord, set me free! I don’t want to live like this for the rest of my life,” he sniffled. “I want to love and be loved.”

Another demon kicked him harder this time, knocking the air out of him and hissing, “Silence! Don’t you dare speak that name,” another one backhanded him, striking his mouth and breaking several teeth, which lodged in his throat, causing him to choke on them. Helplessly gagging and spitting up blood and bile, he was finally able to dislodge the teeth from his throat and vomit them out. Things were much worse than ever before, and yet, for the first time, in all of the years the demons had reigned and ruled in his life, the man sensed fear emanating from them! 

They were so scared of that name that they didn’t dare even utter it. He had once heard a preacher say that if you call on the name of Jesus you would be saved, and there was no other name that could save you. “Could this be true?” he wondered silently, so that they wouldn’t hear. One thing he had discovered years ago… no matter how powerful the demons seemed, and though he could hear them talking and see them, they did not have the power to read his thoughts.

“For Jesus is the one referred to in the Scriptures, where it says, ‘The stone that you builders rejected has now become the cornerstone.’ There is salvation in no one else! There is no other name in all of heaven for people to call on to save them.” ~ Acts 4:11-12 NLT

Another thing he knew about the demons is that they hate the name of Jesus. “Maybe,” he continued to think silently, “if I call on Jesus, He will hear me, and set me free! One thing is certain,” he thought grimly, feeling lucid for the first time in years, “I cannot kill a human being or another animal, even if it means that they must kill me. At least, then, I would be out of my misery… Or is it true that I would be condemned to spend all of eternity with them?”

He winced and closed  his eyes, as another demon placed a sharp rock in his hand, commanding him to gash himself with it yet again. “Enough,” he rasped, and gasping for air, he weakly cried, “Jesus! Please, forgive me!” He gulped, as tears of repentance began to roll down his gaunt cheeks, “Jesus, help me, please. I know I have sinned against You, and I am not worthy to tie your shoes.” 

Though the demons around and within him continued clamoring for his attention, he set his face like flint, as he continued to pray. “I know that I am guilty of many atrocities, and that I don’t deserve Your forgiveness, but please, Lord! I don’t want to be bound by these demons anymore. I don’t want to hurt anyone or anything else. Jesus please save me!” 

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Suddenly, the air all around him became fresh, as a gust of wind blew into the cemetery,  causing the demons to screech louder than ever before, but not at him. This time, they shrieked in fear, as the Almighty Son of the Living God appeared before them, holding a set of keys in His hand, walking toward the demonized man, as the demons all around him, against their will, bowed low to the ground. “Silence!” Jesus commanded sharply, as He unlocked the chains that had bound the man for so many years, and lifted him to his feet.

The man’s knees buckled beneath him, as he willingly bowed low before the King of Glory, and kissed His feet. “Forgive me, Lord,” he whispered, as Jesus again pulled him to his feet and looked deeply into his eyes.

“I tell you the truth,” Jesus spoke to him compassionately, “your sins, though they are many, are forgiven.” 

The demons, still bowed low, began to whine, “Don’t torture us,” they begged. “Please don’t send us to the abyss. Instead, please send us into that herd of pigs,” they pleaded, and Jesus did as they asked, casting them into the herd of two thousand swine that was nearby. And when they entered the herd of swine, the maddened pigs – every one of them – charged off the side of the mountain, into the the raging river below.

The man became aware of his nakedness, and Jesus, filled with compassion covered him with His cloak. As Jesus prepared to return to His heavenly throne, the man, now in his right mind, begged Jesus to take him with Him, but Jesus told him to stay, and share the good news about His love for all mankind with the people of his community…

The man did  as Jesus commanded, walking the streets and talking to the addicts, the prostitutes and the pimps. He spoke to the poor and the lost, sharing the good news about Christ. And he spoke to the other “crazy and insane ones” who saw demons, telling them the name of the One who would save them and set them free, Jesus, the One who had set him free… He shared what Jesus had said to him before He returned to His throne…

” And I will give you the keys of the Kingdom of Heaven. Whatever you lock on earth will be locked in heaven, and whatever you open on earth will be opened in heaven.” ~ Matthew 16:19 NLT

The Tale of the Rock

Trifextra: Week Fifty-Two
Trifecta Challenge

And now on to our quick weekend challenge.  This weekend, we’re sending you back to English 101 to revisit the concept of literary devices.  We want you to give us a 33-word example of personification.
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The rocks longed to break free from their silence and shout, “Hosanna,” as palm branches and coats danced together merrily, before falling to rest on the ground as a carpet for the King…

© 2013
Cheryl A. Showers

With God’s Touch

Trifecta Challenge:
We want you to choose one of the pictures below and give us a 33-word response to it.

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I live in squalor
I haven’t much
Not even a dollar
But with God’s touch

Though poor I was born
With God on my side
I’ll help the forlorn
I won’t be denied

© 2013
Cheryl A. Showers

Trifextra: Week Forty-Six

This weekend we’re asking you to write 33 words that will make us laugh or smile.  Even a chuckle will do.  We look forward to the communal spirit lifting.  Good luck!
Trifextra: Week Forty-Six

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Dear Mr. St. Nicholas,
You’re such a wicked Claus
You are so mischievous
Left me coal because
I said, “You look ridiculous
You should try a spa
‘Cause Your belly is so limitless”

© 2012
Cheryl A. Showers

Swift Blogging Challenge: This is Me

Swift Blogging Challenge: This is Me

For this challenge, readers are invited to imagine that they are going to write their life story, and then go ahead and write the first paragraph. It may be written in 1st person or 3rd person.

After twenty-two grueling, intense hours, of unimaginable pain and suffering, which finally reached its climax when the doctor roughly inserted the cold hard forceps and literally ripped the me from my mother’s womb, I made my triumphant entry into the world. It was 1961, and things were done much differently then, than they are now. For example, there were no other family members in the delivery room as there are today. Although, truth be told, my father was nowhere to be found, so my mother was alone throughout the entire labor and delivery anyway. It seems that while my mother suffered all alone, he was out drinking and partying. Fearful for my life, because she’d lost her first baby only a year ago in the midst of labor, she tearfully said to the doctor, “Something’s wrong with her! I don’t hear her crying,” to which the doctor responded by holding me upside down by my ankles and administering my first of many spankings. To hear my mother tell the story, I let out a loud wail, and never stopped crying until they stuck a pacifier in my mouth.

Swift Blogging Challenge: Letter to a Ghost

Swift Blogging Challenge: Letter to a Ghost

Dear John,

I am so glad that I had the opportunity to get to know you for the last nine months of your life. Though our time together was much too short, I really grew to love you – and that’s saying a lot considering our past.

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I have to say, you weren’t at all what I had envisioned you would be. When I was an abused little girl, frightened and ashamed, I used to dream that you would come to my rescue, like a knight in shining armor, and carry me away from the abuse. I dreamed that you would declare your love for me, your firstborn, and that you would never let anyone else ever beat me or curse me, or touch me where I didn’t want to be touched…

But you never showed up, even though I hoped and prayed that you would, year after year, after year, after year. I have to tell you, I’m very persistent by nature, and so my hope that you would love me enough to come and save me didn’t die easily. But when it did die, something happened to my heart, and it grew hard, like a stone toward you, and somewhere along the way, as one year passed into another, I grew to hate you.

When you showed up for my graduation, I was enraged. “Where were you when I needed you?” I thought to myself, while smiling and wearing a mask on the outside. You had no idea what I had been through, no idea what I was still going through. You knew nothing of my pain, nothing about the panic attacks and the constant fear I lived with.

It was many years before I saw you again, actually, it was eighteen years before I saw you or heard from you again, and I have to tell you, when I first saw you, all kinds of emotions coursed through me, including a murderous rage. I didn’t even know I had all of that in me, and I tried really hard not to show it. I was like a walking time bomb, ready to explode, like a wind up clock wound too tight.

You see, when I saw you, it triggered many painful memories that I had worked very hard to bury, and keep hidden. Now, suddenly, those memories wouldn’t stay away. They came back like a flash flood, raging out of control, and I felt as though I was drowning as I was swept away in the tide of memories.

That’s why I wrote you that letter, saying I never wanted to see you again. I was scared of those feelings, and suddenly, all of the control that I had fought so hard for was spinning wildly out of my reach. Looking back on it now, I realize that all of that rage against you was misplaced anger. You see, it was safer to be angry with you, the father that I had no relationship with, than to be angry with my family for the pain they caused.

It was after seeing you that Sunday in church, that I began going to counseling. John, I owe you a debt of gratitude for that. Even though my pain at the time was excruciating, it was necessary for my recovery, and God brought you back into my life at just the right time, so that I could finally face my pain and my fears and deal with them.

You see John, God didn’t want me to spend my whole life being the victim of abuse, and He didn’t want me to be a survivor of abuse either. He wanted more than that for me. It was God’s will for me to be an overcomer, a victor, and a conqueror.

And after the Lord healed those wounds, in His mercy, He gave me one other gift. God gave me the ability to forgive you for abandoning me as a baby. Then He did something else for both of us, He enabled us to be reconciled before you died.

During those nine months, I was privileged to know you, we were able to confess our pain and our love for one another. I grew up thinking that you didn’t love me or care anything about me, but I learned that you did love me as much as you knew how to love anyone. I was amazed that without ever having known you, I and my son had both inherited some of your mannerisms… your wacky sense of humor, and your great big loud belly laugh.

John, the Lord revealed to me that you didn’t have long to live, and that’s why I contacted you. I didn’t want you to die, and be faced with a life of regrets because I missed the opportunity to know you. And I have to tell you John, I am so glad I got to know you.

In those nine months, I learned that you were stubborn and sometimes self-centered. I learned that you were a man with a lot of regrets, and that you carried a weight of pain that you tried to hide behind your laughter. I’m a lot like that too. I learned that you were a man of excess and that you struggled with self-control. I struggle with those same issues. I also learned that you were a man who loved deeply, and you didn’t blame anyone but yourself for the wrong choices you made in your life. Most importantly of all, John, I learned that you loved me, and I learned that I loved you too, more than you could ever know.

John, I am so grateful for the time that we had together, and I have no regrets or anger because we didn’t have more time together. I’m simply thankful for the opportunity I had to know you and love you, and I pray with all of my heart, that we’ll see each other again one day, when I cross over to the other side. God bless you, Daddy John.

Love,
Cheryl

© 2012
Cheryl A. Showers