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 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Achoo (04/11/13)

TITLE: Joy Boogers
By Tracy Nunes


The cockroach eyed the little boy lying next to its home; currently, a haphazardly stacked pile of cream cheese wrappers. Its antennae twitched and swayed as it attempted to discern whether he was dinner or a threat. The boy’s stillness encouraged the insect to venture further onto an exposed piece of skin near his ankle. A quick bite and the forthcoming slap sent it skittering back to the wrappers, in search of a less intimidating meal.

The boy scratched his ankle and sat up. His legs dangled over the edge of the couch above the only bare floor space in the room. Around him were the scattered and stacked remains of the daily lives of him and his father; every square inch covered; the walls long since hidden. Barely awake, he scratched his eyes and wiped his nose on his shirt sleeve. The incessant running was a normal part of every day.

He jumped down and climbed over boxes and clothes, heading for the back door to urinate because the bathroom his Mama once kept pristine lay behind piles of trash and debris. Later, after scrounging up breakfast, he’d have to go out behind the trees at the edge of the property to do the other. As he relieved himself, a feeling arose within his nose he was all too familiar with. It burst forth with a series of loud expulsions of air and sprayed droplets that landed on his face and shirt.

As he turned back to the door, he heard the crunch of tires at the front of the house. Knowing he would get there faster by going around the house, he tip-toed through the tall grass that surrounded the foundation to sneak a look. He couldn’t remember the last time someone else’s car had come through the driveway.

A woman, red haired with a crème colored pantsuit, emerged from a compact car. She stood for a moment looking at the house and then looked back down at the papers in hand. A crease of concern pulled her eyebrows together as she closed the car door. Gingerly, she made her way through and around the myriad obstacles that littered the path to the front door. She stopped once and considered the options: over the box of car parts or around the two foot high mound of broken clay pots? She glanced at her heeled shoes and chose the path that made it least likely she would fall.

With her purse on her left shoulder and her papers in the same hand, she raised her right hand to knock. As she did, the boy put his fingers in his ears in anticipation of the sound to come. The knock set off a howling and barking that nearly made her stumble backwards. Despite his wretched condition, the boy stifled a giggle as he returned to the back of the house. The woman attempted to regain her composure as she waited, hoping for a welcoming response.

Again, she knocked and waited.

The door finally opened and she was met by a nearly inaudible grunt. Despite that, she was inwardly relieved when she saw that the man’s eyes weren’t hostile. His vacant, sad look spoke volumes and helped her to mentally set her course.

“I’m Celeste Haversham from Life Community Church. Mr. Stephen’s?”

His nod and slight turn to his left to let her in surprised her. As she looked around the place that once housed a happy family, Celeste began to explain what she and the Community Care Team wanted to do for the man and the boy. With compassion filled words she told him of the love and help that awaited him if he was willing. When she finished, the man sat silently for several minutes. Just when she was sure he was going to ask her to leave he, began to tell her about his wife, their life together and the dreams they’d had for their son. He spoke of the hopelessness after her death that left him unable to do what needed to be done for his son, or himself.

He paused and looked around at the debris; a single wet drop fell down his hollow cheek. After taking a deep breath, he nodded and whispered a simple,


Around the corner, hidden behind a dog crate, the little boy once again wiped his nose. Only now, the weight of his grief lifting,tears of hope and relief were the cause of the flow.

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.

This article has been read 424 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Laura Hawbaker04/19/13
Great first paragraph. It drew me in and the descriptive writing kept me reading. I wondered about the bare floor beneath the boys feet. Why would it have been bare when the rest of the place was so littered? Maybe he should have had to kick asisde or step on the trash as he got up. Just had a bit of trouble imagining one clean spot in the midst of the mess otherwise descirbed. Good writing!
Christina Banks 04/20/13
The situation you described makes my heart hurt for children living like that.
Carolyn Ancell04/21/13
My husband does church visits like this, and tells of similar situations. God bless all the helping persons who serve people whose circumstances have led to such sadness and need.
Alicia Renkema04/24/13
This is priceless, I love every bit of this. Too bad there aren't more care center's like the one this church has willing to go above and beyond, helping rather than condemning. I don't know if a runny nose really constitutes an "Achoo." but I love this story just the same. It is extremely well written. It is hard for me to picture things normally when I read, but you did a fantastic job of painting the picture so vividly of the conditions of the home as well as the conditions of their hearts. This was an extremely well crafted story, and I loved the way you brought things full circle.
Judith Gayle Smith04/24/13
I love this. I am even sympathetic to the hungry cockroach. Great story!
Judith Gayle Smith04/24/13
I love this. I am even sympathetic to the hungry cockroach. Great story!
Judith Gayle Smith04/24/13
I love this. I am even sympathetic to the hungry cockroach. Great story!
Judith Gayle Smith04/24/13
Linda Berg 04/24/13
Well written story that showed the real heart of the boy, his father and the visitor.

So many people live in such circumstances because of overwhelming tragedies in life. Grateful this story had someone there that cared and reached out.
Charla Diehl 04/25/13
This story paints the perfect picture of God's love in action through the help offered to the father and son. At first I thought you were speaking of a hoarder, not a man suffering from depression. I expect to see this entry in the winners circle.