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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Vines (11/21/05)

TITLE: Stoned on Vines
By J. C. Lamont
11/24/05


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Craig left his German Shepherd in the back of the patrol car as he shined his flashlight around Central Park. As he turned a corner, he was startled to see a girl, stark naked, staring up at the sky in delight as a light drizzle splashed on her face.

“The rain is upside down,” she laughed.

Craig shook his head. After this, nothing would surprise him. He tried to keep his eyes on her face as he approached. “Ma’am, where are you clothes?”

She stared at him curiously and then started giggling at his uniform.

Craig shined his flashlight in her eyes. Her pupils dilated normally. That’s odd, he thought. She must be stoned, yet even her voice isn’t slurred.

“Ma’am, come with me,” he said. He led her to his patrol car and opened the rear door. “Stay,” he commanded the dog as he fished around for a blanket.

“Ooo, a dog,” she cried in delight.

“Don’t! He’ll bite you!”

“Dogs don’t bite,” she laughed.

Craig watched in horror as the dog chomped down on her hand. Yanking her away, he stared in amazement. There wasn’t a scratch on her.

“Where are you from?” he asked, handing her the blanket.

“Eden.”

She wrapped herself in the blanket and after he’d gotten her situated in the back seat, he started for the station.

“Where’s Eden, upstate?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I fell though the vines.”

Craig wondered what new drug “vines” was slang for. “How old are you?”

“3,642,” she said, staring out the window in fascination.

Craig rolled his eyes. His line of questioning was getting no where.

A few blocks from the station, as they passed St. Michael’s Cathedral, the girl started screaming. Craig screeched to a halt. Her drug-induced trip was obviously taking a turn for the worse.
She was staring up at the crucifix, tears streaming down her face. “What happened to him?”

Stunned, Craig watched her in disbelief. Somehow he no longer thought she was on drugs. “Calm down,” he said. “I’m going to take you back to my place.”

They reached his house, and Craig led her into the living room.

She stopped abruptly in front of the small aquarium containing his garter snake. “Satan!” she cried. “In your house!”

“Um, that’s not Satan,” he said. “That’s Fred.”

The girl eyed Fred with distrust.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Milk, please.”

He returned with a cup of milk but after one sip, she spit it out. “It’s cold.”

“It’s supposed to be cold,” he said. “How do you drink it?”

“Warm, of course. What kind of cow do you have?”

“I don’t have a cow.”

“Where do you get your milk?”

“From the refrigerator.”

“What kind of animal is that?”

“The kind that makes it cold.”

He motioned her to sit on the couch. “Why did the cross upset you so much?”

“I asked him what happened, but he wouldn’t tell me,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “For about 35 years he didn’t come visit us like he had every night. And when he did come back, he had…holes…in his hands and feet. All he would say is that it was something he had to do.”

Craig began to pace, trying to sort out everything she’d said. It was too weird. Finally, he stopped and turned to her. “By any chance, in your Eden, is there a tree…that is forbidden?”

“How did you know that?”

“And let me guess, no one’s ever eaten from it?”

“Of course not!”

He shook his head. “This is insane.”

“So why did he die?”

Craig sighed. “I guess because we ate from the tree.”

Muggings, rapes, murders, poverty - the normal things he saw every day - none of it had to be. As well as cancer, AIDS, heart disease. The list was endless.

“Come on,” he said. “I’m taking you back. You don’t belong here.”

He drove her back to Central Park and followed her to a vine covered wall.

“There must have been a reason,” she said.

Craig nodded. “Trust me, I’ll find out what it is.”

She disappeared through the vines leaving only the blanket behind.

Craig stared up into the sky. Millions of people in NYC alone and yet most either denied his existence or questioned his goodness in allowing pain and suffering; adamantly rejecting the notion that God became human and dismissing his death as nothing more than misfortune.

“I need to get a Bible,” he thought.


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Kyle Chezum11/28/05
Whoa! Blow me away! That was awesome! So creative and original... I want to read more like this!
Deborah Bauers11/29/05
Loved "The rain is upside downery imaginative! Fun to read. Sure wondered where it was going, initially. LOL!
Deborah Bauers11/29/05
Oops! That line was supposed to read "very imaginative!"
terri tiffany11/30/05
I agree..this was very imaginative! What a take on the topic! I enjoyed it!
Anita Neuman11/30/05
Very intriguing. Kept my attention all the way through!
Sandra Petersen 12/01/05
This was such an imaginative way to comment on the fall of mankind through Adam and Eve and the reason Christ had to die for us. Craig had to know a little about this, but had no Bible to which to refer? So many things that would be entirely believable if Eve was transported from the Garden to New York City: mistaking Fred the snake for Satan, her reaction over the crucifix, rain falling upwards. Then the somber thoughts Craig had about the reason for so much crime and miserable human conditions. A great story. Touching in places. Would like to see this one win!
Jan Ackerson 12/01/05
Very entertaining, but for me, it had some inconsistencies. I guess that's inherent in any time-travel / fantasy piece. A great feat of writing, that's for sure.
J. C. Lamont12/01/05
The idea here, is that God had created multiple other galxies all with a planet earth in them, all who had Statan tempt them, but they didn't listen, banned snakes from the garden, and lived happily ever after. It's not suppossed to be Eve or time-travel...rather that she accidently found a portal that took her into another dimension. That was all explained before I had to cut for word count, lol. Sorry.
Amy Michelle Wiley 12/01/05
This is hilarious. I loved it!!! Well done! I especially liked the lines about the refrigerator.
Shari Armstrong 12/02/05
Fantastic! I was going to read this one even if it hadn't been in the hint list -too curious about the title! :)
Marilyn Schnepp 12/02/05
Intriguing...but 35 years from "eating the fruit" until Christ visited them with Scars in His hands???? Very questionable. Creative? Yes. Accurate? No. But well done for Science Fiction entry, with editing out of typos, etc. Keep on Writing and God Bless!
Sally Hanan12/05/05
I loved this one too. If you have to cut our so much info. then you need to change the story line to pretend that it really is Eve from Earth, from way back when, without all the other planets.