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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Sad (07/26/07)

TITLE: Stand and Deliver
By Robin Wisch
08/01/07


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Moonlit shadows cast eerie shapes on yellow walls. A Marlboro lay smoldering on a wooden coffee table. White capsules lay upon it.
Momentarily, the silhouette of a bottle, bottom end tilted skyward, appeared on the wall. A pathetic figure slumped against a couch. Tattered slippers lay on the floor. A digital clock flashed 2:55 A.M. in red numbers. A picture of an attractive brunette, late thirties, lay crushed on the floor. Intermittent breezes from an open window blew papers onto floor. One read: Divorce Decree.
Suddenly, Jack Daniels crushed a white capsule on the table, slicing the hand that held it, savagely. Blood flowed. Golden liquid dribbled from the man’s lips. The room reeked of alcohol, smoke and body odor.
In an adjacent bedroom, a figure with dirty blond hair, slept. Seeing her, the man laughed; then cursed. Slowly, he reached under a stained couch cushion.
Abruptly, a veil between two worlds opened. Two tall figures stepped through. Four cherry red eyes glowed in the dark. They wore black capes. A misshapen red S appeared on the back of one figure; a D on the other. S and D (S.A.D. for short) stood side-by-side.
Suicide plunged a claw into the man’s head. Death laughed as a black revolver appeared from beneath the cushion.

“Go ahead maggot”, whispered Suicide. “You’ve nothing to live for.”

Gradually, the weapon rose toward the figure’s temple.

“Failure…” garbled Suicide. Death hissed; smoke filled the room.

A bible lay open near the soon-to-be-victim. Squinting, he read, “the soul that sinneth, it shall die.” (Ez. 18:4)

“I’m waiting,” murmured Death.

The safety released; the trigger engaged, halfway. Suddenly, a strong wind blew through the room.
Two dark figures stepped back, rage rising within them.

“No!” shouted Suicide, plunging a claw back into the victim’s skull.

An enormous form stepped forward. Viking-like, clad in white with a silver sword girt to his side, blond hair flowed behind him. His laser blue eyes glistened in the darkness. Quickly, a dark skinned creature, East African, with equally long black locks, joined him.
Death reached his hand under his cape.
“He’s mine!” whined Suicide.
The two warriors stepped forward. Suicide drew back.

“You have no right,” called Death. “Maggot here is legally mine.”
Suicide added, “nineteen years of work for this night! I’ll not lose him.”
“He sold out years ago,” declared Death. “You can’t stop it, Norseman.”
A pair of beryl eyes glowed from East African. Death fell silent.
Smiling, Norseman said, “we don’t have to; others will.”

“Ha,” retorted Suicide, “its 3:00 A.M. He’s drunk and high. Phone’s dead. His whore’s passed out. There’s no one to help him.”

Norseman countered, “soon the S.A.D. pair will arrive.”

Puzzled, two dark spirits looked at each other. Death whispered, “no worries, even flesh and blood can’t help him now.”
Death glanced at his opponents. “What’s this S.A.D. you speak of?”
East African bellowed, “that’s Stand and Deliver for you two…”
Ha!” cackled Suicide. “Empty threats from the Enemy…”

Suddenly, the front door swung open; two disheveled young men stumbled in.
“Dad!” called the first one, lunging for the slumping figure.
“No!” screamed Suicide.
“Silence!” Demanded Death. “Fools! They’ll never…”
He was cut off by the command, “Silence yourself, you foul spirit.”
Instantly, Death’s head snapped to the right. A pair of green eyes stared at him. Clearly, the veil between the two realms had been opened for “flesh and blood”. Weakness saturated Suicide. Immediately, two malicious spirits realized they weren’t standing before mere flesh and blood, but flesh and blood dwelling in their Creator’s presence. His wretched Blood covered them; His power coursed through their veins. Though they rarely encountered it anymore, the spirits recognized the look of prayer and fasting. Authority resonated from them. The first man grabbed the gun from his father, declaring, “in the name of Jesus…be sober, now!” Instantly, the man’s head snapped straight; his eyes became clear.
Meanwhile, the other son commanded, “in the name of Jesus, go! Leave now! Our father shall not perish this night.”

The two spirits buckled under a familiar sensation, suppressed, but not forgotten. They remembered a Carpenter disembarking from a boat at the shoreline. Soon, a wild man of Gadera lay crumpled at the Master’s feet. Then, the odious smell of swine filled their nostrils. Instantly, the two creatures loosed their hold on their victim, stumbled backwards, disappearing through a window.

Dad rose to his knees. His two sons laid hands on him. Momentarily, heaven had its newest member.


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Caitlynn Lowe08/02/07
A very interesting concept, though I must confess that I got a little confused at points. It was still enough to hold my attention, however, and the parts I did understand were intriguing enough to make me wish I understood the rest of it.
Seema Bagai 08/06/07
After reading this twice, I was still a bit confused by this piece. You have creative ideas and good descriptions. This needs some polishing to make it stand out.
Dee Yoder 08/07/07
I liked this entry a lot! I think if I could sort out the characters in a more specific manner, maybe with names or other identification, I'd be able to follow the story better. I feel your descriptions are just gripping, and they kept me reading right to the end.