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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Handout (04/14/11)

TITLE: One Good Turn Deserves Another
By Fern Brown


One Good Turn Deserves Another

Amy’s two hungry brothers inhaled their supper as she explained her assignment for English class. Mom and Dad struggled to listen because the boys were on a roll with their jokes.

Josh, his face hiding hilarity about to erupt, soberly said, “Tell me about it, Sis.”

“I have to develop a story from the word ‘handout’.”

Jacob’s mischievous smile held more than loving concern as he humored her. “Amy.” he choked back a guffaw, “Sis, Dear, just what is so difficult about this particular task. You never have trouble ‘making up’ stories. Hold your hand out and give me one sentence.”

“Mom, Dad, tell them to be serious.” Her left hand, palm side up, brushed towards each brother in turn as she took another bite of meatloaf.

“There you go, Sis. You held your hand out, pointing at us. You do that all the time. Make up a tale about your two wonderful brothers. We know you’ll get an A plus. We are excellent material for stories.”

Amy’s hand flew to her head. “You guys make my head hurt. Just forget I said anything, okay?

While Amy and Mom cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, Jacob and Josh plotted a story for their lovely sister. “I just adore our precious sister, don’t you?” joked Josh.

“Indeed I do. She loves creativity. We’re both rather creative, don’t you think?” Jacob slapped his brother hard on the back. “I have an idea but if you want to add to it, that’ll be great. She’ll just love us more than ever! Ha-ha.”

Together they hurried through the kitchen, promising a good topic for her assignment before school started the next day. “That will give you the whole evening tomorrow to finish your homework. You can do it, Sis, we know you can.”

She threw a soaking wet dishcloth at them as they ducked out the door, still taunting her.
“It’s time for bed and I’m no closer now than I was at supper time.” Amy moaned.

“I think you’re a lot closer than you were at supper time, Sis.” Josh encouraged.

“A lot closer, sweet Sister.” Jacob’s beguiling smile was no comfort to Amy.

“Good night, little Brothers. I’m taking a shower and going to bed. Thanks for nothing!”

“Now, Amy, don’t be too quick to thank us. We haven’t done anything yet.”

Amy, overloaded with brain fog, whispered, “I’m sure prayer and a good night’s rest
will help.”

As she climbed into bed something brushed her foot lightly. She squealed. Muttering, she lay down on the bed. In minutes she had forgotten about the assignment and was snoozing softly. Feeling a tickle under her nose, she roused enough to hear her brother’s distant laughter. “Those boys! Do they ever get tired?” she thought, drifting to sleep again.

Subconsciously she rolled to her side, letting her arm dangle over the edge. She kicked the covers off her too-warm feet. Suddenly someone grabbed her hand and foot. Immediately she was wide-awake, screaming her head off, unable to free herself.

She heard deep belly laughs. How long her brothers had been hiding under her bed was anybody’s guess, but it was worth it to them. “There, Sis. Now you have something to write about. You can start it…” chortled Josh.

“With this… My brothers hid in my room, waited till I fell asleep, held their hands out…” Jacob added.

“And scared me to death without even saying BOOOOOO!” Josh finished

Before sunrise Amy tiptoed stealthily into her brothers’ room with her small flashlight, allowing only enough light to find the bunk beds. The trick was to scare them at the same instant. Stifling a giggle, she brushed her hand across Josh’s feet on the top bunk. Reaching down with her other hand, she located Jacob’s feet. She used a soft touch, a bit of a tickle, to rouse them. Before they could readjust their positions, she grabbed them hard by the ankles, waking them fully.

Hearing them holler, Mom and Dad ran down the hall, just in time to hear Amy say, “Thank you dear Brothers. That’s the final touch to my story about ‘handout’. You have been quite helpful after all. By the way, the class will love knowing how to make a boy scream like a girl who uses nothing but her ‘hand out.””

Hebrews 13:1KJV Let brotherly love continue.

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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 04/22/11
This was adorable.. I laughed quite a bit. I loved how you skirted around the topic while still making it about the topic. (If that makes sense I've been tortured by a brother and it left me a tad rattled) Nice job, great characters and a nice sense of humor.
Nancy Bucca04/23/11
Quite funhy and a very unique take on topic.