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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Black (10/15/09)

TITLE: Choose Wisely
By Pamela Calhoun
10/19/09


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The sun has almost reached it’s daily destination. Shadows are growing long and colors look richer. The air is warm and crystal clear. A rythmic creak from the porch swing has a soothing effect, adding to Laura’s sense of contentment. White fences glisten, boasting their fresh coat of paint. Newly mown grass delights the eye with it’s lush green beauty and fills the air with a pleasant aroma. Two chestnut mares graze contentedly in their pasture.

All is well in her world.

It’s Friday, a beautiful summer evening in the country, and Laura will never forget this day.

(Think about it… aren’t you kind of lonely?)


Laura can’t help but think it would be nice if she had someone, a special person to share this with. That would make it so much more enjoyable.

(Who would want to share a life with you?)


But she’s such a mess, so much baggage, “no one would want to share a life with me,” she says out loud.

(Ha! That’s right! No one has ever been able to love you.)


With a deep sigh, she remembers how hard she’s tried, three times she’s tried. Marriage, kids, happily ever after, til death do us part, but she can’t seem to get it right. She knows no one will ever love her.

(You’re such a failure!)


Here she sits, on someone else’s property, not even having a home of her own. She feels like such a failure.

(An utter failure!)


She doesn’t have a job, no matter how hard she tries she can’t find one.

(He can tell by her countenance, it’s working. Dreaglon, the demon, is boasting to himself as he watches her shoulders begin to sag in defeat.)


She’s living here for free, just to be a presence on this ranch with no neighbors. She’s keeping the vandals away, that’s her only value in this world, keeping people away. “If it wasn’t for that no one would want me.”

(You have no worth.)


“I’m worthless, my life is so meaningless” she cries out for no one to hear.

(That’s right! Dreaglon begins drooling and dances for joy.)


This is what it’s come to, a lifetime of hard work has gotten me nowhere; no home, no job, I have no one; “ there’s no hope for me” she cries.

(Dreaglon is beside himself with delight as his drool increases. He drips with hatred for her.)


Nothing has changed on the outside, but inside Laura feels depression take her captive and a black cloud rolls in. She can see it, feel it, and even taste it’s bitterness.

As her sky turns black everything in her world suddenly becomes ugly. Laura’s mood darkens, she doesn’t want to do anything, talk to anyone, go anywhere. She doesn’t even want to be alive.

(Dreaglon never tires of this game or runs out of ammunition for torment.)


But this day is different. Today, right in the midst of her surrender to the dreadful thoughts that assault her and the black cloud that enshrouds her, Laura hears a voice. It’s but a whisper; “Is that what I told you?”

Laura sheepishly asks; “Lord, is that You?”

“Yes My child, it is I. You need to choose this day whom you will serve. You are listening to the enemy of your soul. You must know I would never say such things to you, You are My beloved, I died for you. Make the choice Laura, who will you listen to? Choose wisely My child.”

Reaching over to the other side of the swing, Laura grabs her Bible and begins flipping through pages.

(What are you doing? No, put that down, stay and play with me!)


Finding what she’s looking for in the book of Philippians, Laura reads and rereads verse 4:8; “Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy – meditate on these things.”

A smile begins to emerge. “Thank you Father.”

Just as the sun sinks behind the mountain Laura looks out at the radiant colors lighting the sky. Her spirit lifts and she raises her voice in praises and sings for joy to her Lord.

(No! Stop singing! Stop praising he screams! Dreaglon twists and turns. I can’t stand it! I’m leaving… for now!)


Laura knows the black cloud will try to return, but next time she’ll choose wisely.


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Lisa Harris10/25/09
I really loved this one! I think so many of us at some point in our lives have been in a similar place. Lonely, feeling unloved, etc...But, hopefully we all choose wisely. Great writing.
Ashley Isaacson 10/26/09
I really enjoyed the writing and the spiritual truth enacted by the engrossing "interaction" between Laura and the demon.
Ruth Brown 10/26/09
Philipians 4:8 a favorite scripture of mine. Very well done!
Marie Fink10/27/09
The lies that we believe often appear so subtle. Your writing gives us the opportunity to see more clearly that they really aren't always subtle.
Jan Ackerson 10/28/09
Good one! I really liked the different fonts for the different voices.

Be careful of the difference between "it's" (with an apostrophe) and "its" (without one). "It's" means "it is", and shouldn't be used when you want the possessive (as in your first paragraph). You used it correctly a few sentences later. To remember the possessive, try substituting "his" or "hers"--no apostrophe.

The ending was great--the image of the little black cloud will linger.