Stories tagged “christian”
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Batman? More Like...Butt-Van!
“I got a van in mah butt!” Batman jumped out of the seventh story window (I know, it’s fucking ridiculous!) and landed flat square on top of Robin! Out of nowhere, Dr. McCoy of the USS Enterprise NCC-1701-A appeared to diagnose Robin&...
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A Christmas Present
Abdul Aleem Sadeem shivered in a biting wind that whistled in among the tall buildings that dwarfed Rockefeller Center Plaza. So many people; it was hard for him to wrap his head around it – so many Christians, all out in the cold to celebrate Ch...
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Daughter of God
I never chose to be the girl I am now This is what I used to be according to my blog…… “Becky Sullivan 16 years old Bookworm Singer Daughter of God” It’s important to let you know that I never wanted this. I was a devoted ...
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Christian Liar
As a Christian I shouldn’t want to go away on a road trip with a girl, for God knows how long. But, I’m a 17 year old boy who hasn’t left his small town in the big city of New York; always been too cowardly to step up and do anything....
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The Highest Rules
“There’s gotta be rules, Jesse!” the boy shouted across the table. “We made ‘em and they’re being stupid.” Jesse crumpled the paper and threw it on the smooth surface of the table. “Whatever, Jeh. I’...
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And On The 8th Day...
“Dear God, what is that?” “What do you mean?” “I mean that thing that’s on your head.” “Oh, this? Pope hat.” “I… I don’t think most papal hats have naked women on them.” R...
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The Attack
Aren’t you a Christian? You shouldn’t be afraid of death. She shook her head. Not in disagreement, but because her muscles were spazzing. She made fists then opened them again; over and over till her joints were stiff. “Can’t...
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The Unjust Gavel
“I am power.” Said the Lord. “I am the creator and the saviour. I am the object of your worship and your devotion. And you will only rejoice in me.” Kenji Oshama looked up at this being, overcome by fear and awe. Moments ago, he...
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Hate Everything
I hate everything coming to this reality mine so different from yours I can’t explain all that I hate though I can lead you to where I have been As a child often sent to my room I learned to break glass looking at it As a teen distancing myself I...