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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Help (02/20/06)

TITLE: Times were Perilous
By Christine Pellew
02/25/06


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“Will you help us?” Her parched, raspy voice asked the question, her large eyes pleaded for help? “Hard to tell if anyone will help these days.” The answer was fair, times were perilous.

“We were told this is a safe house, we are followers of Christ.” Sarah was so weary, and prayed for help. This was the safe house they had been directed to.

How many are there? She asked, and quickly scanned her back yard. “There are five of us, myself included. ” Sarah hoped this woman would have water to share. The woman nodded her head, “Bring your friends in through here, and don’t make any noise!”

Sarah slipped through the trees. “She’s going to let us come in, she will help us.” “Oh thanks be to the Lord,” whispered Jonah.


After the five people entered the house the woman looked them over.
Five males and two females. Two of the them were just young children. The oldest man was carrying a little boy. They looked half starved.

They were scrawny, their clothing hung on them. Their faces gaunt, their eyes were searching the woman’s face. Yes, these were the ones, the ones always on the watch, every move calculated to keep them alive yet another day. Forever taking risks with their lives to spread the word’s of Jesus.


Yes, these were the ones to help, no one would go to these extremes to try and fool people. “what is it you want” she asked softly. The oldest boy, no more than 15 spoke up quickly, “Sarah and Amos are ill, we need water and food,” he said no more, for Sarah hushed the boy. ”Amos, let me talk, ok?” She smiled at the young man and looked towards the woman. “If you could let us have some water, we are so thirsty, Amos needs water more than anyone, he’s the youngest, and we all worry for him.”

A glance at Amos, and she could see why they were worried. They all had dry cracked lips from lack of water. Ever since the rain had stopped, and a third of the worlds fresh water supply had turned to blood, there was no water to spare . Water and food were used by the average person the same as money, except water was worth more.

“What are your names, after all if you expect me to give you something as precious as water, should I not at least know your names?” “Yes, I am Sarah, the others” as Sarah pointed to them individually, “are Amos, Jonah, Joel and Deborah.” “What, you all have Biblical names?” she looked surprised. “No,” said Sarah, “we chose our names after we accepted Jesus.”

“We are all in this together.” The woman looked upset that they would not trust her. “After all, I am literally putting my neck on the line for you. I expect you to tell me who sent you here, and your real names. I need to know that the underground has not been compromised, and call me Belle. Now, if I can trust you, to give you my real name, you need to do the same.”

“Someone we trust told us this was a safe house. We don’t know each others real name, and we don’t want to know them. That way we are not able to tell anyone information that would lead them to our families.” Sarah was ill now, she leaned against the door, and slowly slid to a sitting position.

Joel laid Amos down and rushed to her side “Sarah, hold on, please Belle, let her have some water, she can’t go on.” He looked as if he were crying, yet no tears ran down his face, for he was that dehydrated.

“Poor child, she can’t go on, none of you can,” she stated softly. “Jessie,” a voice called out. Startled Joel stood up, “your name isn‘t Belle?”

“Course her name is Belle, but that’s just part of her name. Her whole name is Jezebel,” said the man grinning, as he walked in the room. I’m Ahab. “The only help you’re going to get, is if you take the mark, and renounce your Jesus”

“He will reply, ‘I tell you the truth. Whatever you did not do for the least of these, you did not do for me.” “Then they will go to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.” Matt. 25: 45-46 NIV

















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Rebekah White02/28/06
Great plot and interesting to read. At times,I am having a little trouble understanding which character is speaking though. I know you probably didn't want to remove the element of suspense and ruin the plot but maybe there is another way to intro and specify who is speaking. Such as, "the woman at the house answered" or "the woman standing in the doorway"?
Phyllis Inniss 03/03/06
Yes, I too had a little trouble knowing who was speaking, but the suspense was there alright.