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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Angry (08/02/07)

TITLE: When Faced with Anger
By Deborah Torok
08/03/07


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The stairs up to Dan’s apartment always seemed so long. Not knowing what awaited behind the closed door.

“Hi Dan, I’m here!” I shouted.

“Where have you been?!” Said Dan angrily as he came bursting out of his bedroom.

“I was at work and then I went to my pre-natal appointment.” I said while keeping my hand on the door.

“You are a lying witch!” He said while grabbing my arm and taking me into the living room and throwing me down on the couch.

Terror ripped through my body. “Dan I’m so sorry. I went to work and then left straight to my Dr.’s appointment. I came here right afterward. Please believe me I am not seeing anyone else on the side. I love you, nobody else.”

“You you disgust me. You make me so angry! Why do you do this to me! Stop your crying your pathetic.” He said as he raised his hand and struck me in the back of the head.

“Please, stop I’m sorry!” I screamed while curling myself up on the couch in a fetal position trying to protect my unborn child.

“I’m going to give you an abortion and spare both of us!” He hollered as he picked up his vacuum cleaner swinging it around like a bat. Profanity spewed out of his mouth at me like poison. He threw whatever he could at me and when he was done with that he came at me with the palm of his hand smacking me as if they were whips.

“I’m so sorry please forgive me. I promise I won’t do it again.” I pleaded hoping he would stop.

He grabbed his head grunting at me then spit on me as he walked off toward his bedroom. I could hear him yelling and throwing things around his room. I jumped up off the couch and ran to the door then stumbled as quick as I could down the stairs. I jumped into my car and fumbled for my keys, praying he wouldn’t get to me before I could start my car. I finally got the keys out and into the ignition. Just as I started the car he came bursting down the stairs and flying toward me. I looked down to put the car into reverse and saw at the corner of my eye the palm of his hand coming through the open window at me. When he made contact with me my glasses they went flying off my face landing onto the passengers seat. The whole side of my face stung and my cheekbone felt as though it was shattered into thousands of pieces.

“Don’t you EVER leave like that again, do you hear me?!” he yelled.

Dan beat on the hood of my car, kicked my tires while spewing off hateful remarks at me. Then he said something that made my blood boil.

“You don’t deserve to be a mother. God doesn’t even love you because you’re a witch!”

“I am NOT a witch! I ’m a good person and I don’t deserve to be treated like this!” I screamed at him. I shoved the gear into reverse leaving rubber on the pavement as I screeched out of the driveway.

“Oh my GOSH you ran over my foot you ……” Profanity spewed more out of his mouth as he stormed over to my car. “I’m going to kill you, you witch!”

I put one foot on the brake and the other foot on the accelerator and shoved the gear into drive. I revved the engine up as my blood boiled over.

Then I took my foot off the break as the car lunged forward. Dan ran back into the driveway.

“You’re crazy you know that!” He screamed.

The car lunged forward again and all I could think about was making him pay for what he had done to me. I wanted to send him flying through the closed garage door. Then out from the bottom apartment came a little girl with beautiful long brown hair and big green eyes. She just stared at me with wonder and surprise. I looked back at Dan then looked at her again. Even though I was so angry I knew I couldn’t force this precious child to witness what I wanted to do to Dan. Instead I backed out of the driveway and pulled out onto the street.

“God does love me.” I whispered as I drove away.


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Brenda Welc08/12/07
Wow! Shockingly written. So sad for the situation at hand. How many of God's children live through these circumstances every day? Good writing.
Seema Bagai 08/14/07
Some powerful writing here. Needs some proofreading, though, to make it a polished piece.
Willa Maye08/14/07
I enjoyed reading your almost too detailed account of domestic violence. I especially liked your ending because there you gave advice as to what one should do "When Faced With Anger." Yes, God does love us, and He is the only One who really knows how to speak to our hearts when we almost lose our place. Good job!
Dee Yoder 08/17/07
Intense writng for an intense subject. You had me riveted to the words from beginning to end. I agree with Seema that with a little polishing, this is a story that can shine.