Home Read What's New Join
My Account Login

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge



how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level


submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners

Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Fulfillment (04/06/06)

TITLE: The Brothers
By Alexandra Wilkin


On a porch lit by a single night-light, Joshua and Seth sat smoking their pipes on the bone white chairs their parents had sat on when they had emigrated to farm the land around them. They had been small boys then, and lived their adult lives on this soil. But in each other’s company their voices carried the scent of a home never forgotten, the words like the brush of heather on the skin. Their forty-year-old conversation bobbed on the wind that blew across the porch.

‘I’ll tell ye Joshua, there were none so fair as that Martha. Eyes like amber she had, and hair like a fire around her shoulders. Aye, she were a fine lass.’ He sighed deeply, his chest rattling like a tin can rolling on wet cement as puffed on his old pipe.

‘Dunno that yer missus would like ter hear ye say so Seth,’ said Joshua. ‘What about the feelin’ of jus’ tilled earth beneath yer feet? Or the smell o’ fresh bread bakin’ in the oven?’

‘And these are fine things Joshua, jus’ as you say. But a man likes ter keep a memory o’ a lass in his heart, an’ I ken think o’ a lass who moved yer own once, before yer turned to preachin’. An she never got o’er it either, bein’ jilted by you – died a poor lonely ol’ spinster with a broken heart, so she did.’

‘She died a happily married woman wi’ thirteen grandkiddies! An’ it was her leavin’ me that helped me ter find me callin’ so don’t ye go re-writing history jus’ to suits yer purpose, ol’ rogue that ye are. Ye did that when we was children too.’

Seth laughed, his chest rasping like a tin can on wet cement. The night was drawing in, and the sharp air bit on Seth’s old bones as he drew his blanket round him.

‘And tha’ would be you practicing all that Christian forgiveness would it brother?’

Josh smiled wryly. His efforts to convert his brother were constantly thwarted by his brothers’ delight in mocking him.

‘My Lord knows I am jus’ a frail weak ol’ sinner Seth. But he shows me the way Home – it would content my ol’ heart to know you knows it too.’

Seth looked out of the corner of his eye at the baby brother he’d watched over since their fathers’ death when Seth was only nine and found himself ‘man of the house’. He had worked more hours than Joshua would ever know to make sure that his baby brother got to stay at school and had taken quiet pride when Joshua had made it to university. But the toil had been worth it for there was no feeling to match watching Joshua graduate, or become pastor of the local church.

‘So tell me little brother, when were ye ever hearing me deny Jesus?’

Joshua looked over at his brothers’ old gaunt face.

‘Well… can’t say as I ever have. But then I never heard ye say much of what ye thought on the matter. Never saw ye at church for tha’ matter.’

‘Aye…’tis true. But then, ye never saw me reading o’ the bible, and jus’ cos I never stood in a pulpit and yelled ‘praise the Lord!’ at the top o’ me lungs, don’t mean I don’t know how much I got to be grateful fer. When I walk into a church, it’s empty save for Himsel’ and me.’

Joshua could only be silent as fireflies, stirred by the wind and drawn to the flame of the night-light, danced through the air.

‘Never saw ye read much o’ anything,’ he said quietly.

‘Aye, well it jus’ took me a little longer ter learns is all. Did all me learnin’ while yer was at that university.’

‘Oh. So yer loves the Lord then brother?’

‘Aye. Saved me from being a bigger ol’ rogue than I already am.’

‘So why ye never tells me?’

‘Well, ye were havin’ so much fun brother, and I figure it were good practice for yer preachin’. Never did like to deny ye anything.’

Seth tapped out his pipe and reached for his old tobacco pouch and Joshua reached under his chair for his bible. In each other’s company, their voices carried the scent of a home never forgotten, their words were like the brush of heather against the skin. Their forty-year-old conversation bobbed on the wind that blew across the porch.

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE

JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.

This article has been read 880 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Helen Paynter04/13/06
Loved the opening and closing paragraphs, and thought the story was funny and quirky. My only complaint is that of credibility - how can someone love the Lord and it not become clear over 40 years to an intimate acquaintance?
Jan Ackerson 04/13/06
I love the "frame" of this piece, the 40-year conversation bobbling on the wind. Fun dialect, original idea. Thanks a bunch!
Lynda Schultz 04/13/06
Another comment on credibility. If Joshua graduated from university, his language skills would be better even if he still retained, or lapsed back into, his "local" accent. But other than those two details, it is an excellent piece of writing.
T. F. Chezum04/17/06
I like the story. I agree with the credibility comments, but this is a good story overall.