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
Topic: Laughter (10/18/04)

TITLE: The Laughter Thief
By Melanie Kerr


Henry squinted at the little sticker beneath the bell switch. "Ring for Service". He had never been to the police station before and felt uncomfortable. He glanced nervously around and pressed the switch. A man, dressed in a crisp, dark blue uniform, carrying a sheaf of multicoloured paper, took his place on the other side of the counter.

"Can I help you?" He didn't look as if he really wanted to help.

"I've lost something, I thought someone might have found it and handed it in," Henry replied.

A single bushy eye brow lifted a fraction. The man took a pencil, selected a rose pink sheet and stood ready to write down the details.

"What have you lost, sir"

"I've lost my laughter."

"Hmm. If you could just give me a description of it."

"Well, it's hard to describe…How do you describe laughter?"

"Well, let's see. Is it a quiet tee hee kind of laugh? Or a loud ho ho perhaps? Or your average ha ha maybe? Does it come from the mouth in a polite titter? Or is it a deep throated belly laugh? Is it a snorting kind of laugh? Does it make your eyes water or your ribs ache?" asked the policeman. He was wondering whether Bill was still in the office. Bill was much better as describing things.

"Well, I think it is not so deep as a belly laugh. It is not a quiet tee hee or a loud ho ho. A touch of ha ha perhaps. It is just my laugh. Sometimes my eyes water and occasionally my ribs ache," replied Henry. The policeman scribbled a few notes on the form.

"When did you realise that you had lost your laughter? Think now. Can you remember when you last laughed?"

This was a difficult one for Henry. He had laughed often in the past, but just recently Henry found very little to laugh about. He had recently lost his job and when he spoke to his wife and children, he heard the hopelessness in his voice.

"Wait, I think I remember when I last used it. It was in a children's playground. I often go there just to sit. I don't have much to do since I lost my job. There were children, chasing autumn leaves. Running about and splashing in puddles. They laughed and I laughed. You know how it is."

"You don't think that you left it on the park bench where you were sitting?" asked the policeman helpfully. "People leave all sorts of things on park benches."

"No, I went back to check. It wasn't there." Henry felt sad. The park had been empty. The leaves, soggy and sad were pasted on the ground by the rain.

"Have you noticed anything else that has gone missing apart from your laughter? Perhaps you have had a break in."

"Well, I haven't seen any joy for a while, now that you mention it. Hope - I haven't seen that for a long time. Yes, I think my joy and hope are missing. And peace too - that's definitely gone." Henry looked up at the policeman, his eyes sorrowful.

"Well, sir. I have to tell you that we have had a rash of burglaries recently. Lots of people are reporting these kinds of things missing. It seems to me that our burglar has a keen eye. He takes things like laughter and joy, and leaves behind things like misery and heartache. But we have some good news for you. We have our best man hot on his trail. We will catch him soon."

Even as the policeman spoke, the telephone on the desk trilled into life.

"Uh huh….yes?….uh huh…really?…uh huh….you don't say?…..Well, we will get right on to it." He turned to Henry with a big smile.

"You will be pleased to know the thief had been apprehended. On Friday there was a shoot out on Calvary Hill. Our man, despite taking a serious injury, handcuffed the thief. It seems that the bag of stolen items broke open. Your laughter was in there, along with everyone else's, and the missing joy, hope and peace. It will all be restored to you. You might need to fill in a claim form…."

Henry wasn't listening. Deep down inside, like a volcano erupting, his laughter poured out. Not the quiet tee hee kind, or the loud ho ho kind, but a deep joyful laugh that made his eyes water and his ribs ache.

Member Comments
Member Date
Karen Treharne10/23/04
Melanie this was delightful and imaginative. I loved every word. We may not have a police station to turn to when we lose our laughter, joy, hope and peace, but we can turn to God and he WILL restore all those things to us in His time. What a reminder for us to go in search of help when we are in those places of emptiness. Thanks for the blessing you gave me in this well-written article. Yours in Christ, ladybug Karen
Barbara Ann Smith10/25/04
What a delightful story -It is sad when we lose our laughter isn't it? I really enjoyed this.
darlene hight10/25/04
This is great! Loved it start to finish! Especially,enjoyed the description of the different types of laughs.
Joyce Poet10/25/04
How imaginative and well written! Bravo!
Corinne Smelker 10/25/04
Melanie - very creative, and very well written. The judges have their work cut out for them with so many fine entries
Lynda Lee Schab 10/26/04
Bravo! Bravo! Loved every imaginative word, each creative sentence and phrase! Great angle- completely on topic. Wonderful!
Blessings, Lynda
Joanne Malley10/27/04
Oh, the creativity here is wonderful! Great writing job. Well-delivered message within the fun of it all!
Mitzi Busby10/27/04
Melanie, Love the writing and the laughs. Great imagination.
Debbie OConnor10/28/04
This is great! Very creative.
L.M. Lee10/30/04
great job! fun piece!
Teresa Lee Rainey10/30/04
Melanie, This was a great creative article. I enjoyed it so much! :^)
Hope Horner10/31/04
Very clever way to portray laughter & well written dialogue.
Great stuff! Thanks for sharing.