Hearing the sounds of a conspiracy?
Crazy is as crazy does but how does one gauge ones mental capacity.
A man dressed in white he knows what’s right,
And he gets to practice on me?
Precaution is what they take
When they disagree with each others doctrinal theories
But its my quaility of life that is at stake.
Freedom to believe in a reality no made by a man.
Freedom to believe in a reality that is not politically correct
And one that does not fit into the humanistic sect.
Freedom to worship the God of Christianity.
Freedom to get my definition of sanity from
A little black book that is not a book at all.
Based on Mel Gibson’s Conspiracy Theory and Proverbs 21:31
April 8, 2011 | Categories: flash fiction | Leave a comment
There was a girl
Who took a twirl
And tumbled over and over again.
Then she fell into a spell
That transported her away.
She found herself face to face with a Lion
And started to cry,
And then she didn’t want to stay.
So she hauled off and took a swing
At the friendly Lion,
The Lion stopped her in mid air
With a gentle stare
And told her not to be afraid.
You have many friends here in this Land
So go play in the sands of my World.
But when you twirl in my World
Make sure you think of ME.
By Shundra L. Moore & Family
March 19, 2011 | Categories: flash fiction | Leave a comment
Life transformation
Or actors in a tragedy of errors.
You can fool people easily
But not Daddy God who cares to love
Through us.
People act to hide their shame
People know who is to blame
The enemy of our souls.
But some don’t know Daddy God who can free them.
They act so men can see their comedy of errors.
Our enemy is the only one who is entertained.
Will you turn your head and add more shame.
Through us and too us is how Daddy God wants to act.
What will you offer the cast of this comedy of errors.
June 26, 2010 | Categories: flash fiction | Leave a comment
They said therefore, “What is this that He says, ‘A little while’? We do not know what He is saying.”
(John 16:18 NKJV)
Therefore you now have sorrow; but I will see you again and your heart will rejoice, and your joy no one will take from you.
(John 16:22 NKJV)
I found myself in a ship that was full of holes and burned from the inside out. Don’t know how I got there. But this was not the place for me. But I knew I had to remember this place that I would be freed from because there were others hidden from view. They wanted desperately to be free from this hip full of holes.
But this place was our only shelter there was nothing out there but open sea. None of us knew where to find shelter on the open ocean. We saw no Captain of this large boat, we were adrift. Then suddenly I saw with my eyes my fellow passengers. Wounded and broken bandaged and bruised. We waited there for someone to attend to us. The Doctor never showed his face.
At that time anyone could have shown up in His place weather they be friend or foe and said they came in the Doctors name/place. We did not think to pray so we just waited for someone, anyone to come. And we drifted on to our destination. My nearest fellow passenger spoke to me trying to pass the time: These holes were not the normal wear and tear of time. This boat was meant to be a warship.
I wonder how long we are going to be here in this boat without the Doctor. Will He come? We need Him to come now. But if we die in this place we all have decided to wait for the Doctor. Where is He anyway?
April 24, 2010 | Categories: Christian Fiction, flash fiction, Short Christian Fiction | Tags: Christian Fiction, mini-fiction | Leave a comment
Da Hood: isms and denominations in the Church. I’m attempting to write about what I have experienced in my short life. I know we like to talk about racism as being just black and white or being between high yellow and dark skinned African-Americans. But what I like to talk about in my next story are sects and clicks in the Church or the Kingdom as a whole.
A small church group is fine some call this a cell group within a church. And we can use these differences as strengths if we try hard enough. We gather together by our interest. And our hobbies can turn into an occupation or a career. But the most important thing in the Church or the Kingdom of God circle is not forgetting Our Lord amongst all of our busy work. And in this next story I will try to focus on worship in times of extreme danger. Like martyrs in this world have throughout history. It doesn’t have a name yet. But I will be working on it along with turning Ruby into a hypertext fiction story. Peace Out.
March 31, 2010 | Categories: flash fiction | Leave a comment
Kitten: “Ruby gon’ like dis fa sho.”
Kitten rolls out a quilt on the dew soaked grass at Bertha’s feet and motions toward the delicate flower patterns on it.
Bertha turns away from hangin the wash to talk to Kitten as she wipes her wet hands on her apron to dry them. Bertha Moves her feet slightly so she doesn’t step on the quilt.
Bertha: “You gon get grass stains on that if you ain’t careful.”
Kitten: I ain’t Bertha, I sprinkled some starch on it. Mama taught me all her tricks. Ruby gon’ like it I tell you. Look at dis Bertha. My quilt is gonna be da best at da fair.”
Kitten smiles broadly and pats herself on the back.
Bertha: “I always told you your quilts was good Kitten.”
Kitten: “Bertha, Ruby don know I’m gonna give it to her after. For a birthday present.”
Bertha turns her back to Kitten for a few seconds and resumes hanging the wash.
Kitten: “Hey Bertha you listen to me? You always daydreaming.”
Bertha: My name is Bertha Clementine Smith. Kitten calls me by both names when it suits her. Da old folk tease me cause I got two names as far as Kitten knows. I’m da oldest of three sisters. I came first den Ruby den Kitten. My ma name is Malie. She is named after her ma. We been on this farm as long as I can remember. Even when da civil war was goin on.
Bertha turns back to Kitten and smiles.
Bertha: “Kitten be in da mind of tellin me to go to da store on da way back from da fair.”
Kitten wraps her quilt up carefully as she talks to her sister.
Kitten: “Bertha what you cookin up na. Don’t you worry bout dat. You’ll know soon.”
Ruby sitting on a old stool milking the family cow. The stool suddenly breaks under her weight and the cow runs for the barn door.
Ruby: “Bertha! Bertha! Da cow don got loose.”
Bertha: Ruby was yellin my name from inside da barn. Dat one was stuck in da middle of da two of us most times. Ruby kept to herself most. She lost a bo in da war. He lied bout his age to get in so he could kill some white folk. He had a mean streak, dat one.
Bertha turns towards the barn and starts to run at a slow pace.
Bertha: “I’m comin Ruby.”
Bertha: Da cow answered to me and payed no tention to anybody else. Must be cause I raised it from a calf. It took me a good hour dis time to get dat cow back into da barn. I din have no time to be messin wit no milk cow. We goin to da fair and I had to get dressed. I put on my best for da quilt show. Kitten was real good at sowin. Ma taught her first das why she won all da contest at da fair. She was da first to learn how to read too. Das why she was so smart. den me, den Ruby. Ruby always was quiet. So we din know if she knew how to read before me.
Bertha: We never did get to da store. I was gonna get some fixins for a birthday pie. But a storm come up after Kitten won her blue ribbon. Ruby was cheerin the loudest at the fair. I know I said she was solum. But every now and den she wasn’t.
Ruby: Bertha I just knew my birthday was gonna be sunny and look here come a rain cloud. Look there.
Bertha: Don’t worry bout dat cloud ain’t no rain started yet. Just den the rain started. And it was a powerful rain too. We had to grab hands and slow down. Cause the wind picked up and started whis’lin a jig. Kitten started to fear we was not gonna get home in one piece. She didn’t like storms. So Kitten yelled at me pray! Bertha pray!
Bertha: Kitten scared easy and she knew I was always talkin to the Lawd bout somin. So I guess I should say somin to Him bout dis. But I was not a feared like Kitten so I told her in the loudest voice I could muster. “Kitten you pray dis time. You don’t have to yell.”
Bertha: Kitten started yellin at the top of her voice. What can I say, it musta helped her nerves.
Kitten: Lawd! Please help us get home fo dis storm carries us away to meet you. I had a real good day today on Ruby’s birthday but don’t let the devil ruin it all. Amen!
Bertha: Ruby said somin for the first time since cheerin at the top of her voice for Kitten.
Ruby: I wish dat you would pray peaceful like Kitten. Da Lawd can hear us even if we speak inside. You startin to make me scared. I was not feelin dat way a minute ago. Its my day and I’m not gonna let the devil ruin it.
Bertha: We all got each others hans real tight and we walkin real slow like. Da wind is starting to stop whis’lin. Ruby started to say somin else. I thought she was mumblin to herself bout Kitten. But she was prayin. Afterwards, she told me her prayer.
(flash back all the girls sitting a fire at home safe)
Ruby: Lawd I thank you for another birthday and I ask you for another. Calm my sisters restless soul so that she would learn to hear you when you talk to her. Lawd we trust you and we won’t lean to our own way in these evil days, we promise not to do things that would cause hurt. We have found ourselves in harms way, Lawd and I don’t know why. But even if we did cause the storm like Jonah of old. we trust that you will be merciful to us and send us a big fish too.
Bertha: Dats when I stopped her. Why did you pray dat Ruby.
Ruby: Cause, I didt know why the storm came to us so sudden like. Thought we had don somin bad that we didn’t know bout.
Bertha: Ok. Ruby let me tell ya dis. The Lawd knew bout all our bad stuff way befo we did it.
Ruby: Yes, I guess so Bertha.
Bertha: You can’t guess bout dat Ruby you must be sure.
Ruby: Ok I’m sure.
Bertha: Well fine den. Da Lawd was beat and killed fo all the we did Ruby. Why would He send the storm? He won’t punish us since He punished Jesus for all our bad.
Bertha: Ok, Ruby take it back.
Ruby: Take what back?
Bertha: What you said in the storm. And pray again.
Ruby: Ok. Thank You Jesus for being punished for all my bad and my sisters bad too. Thank You for being merciful and saving us. Even if we don’t listen to You when You talk to us. And finally Lawd thank You that You don’t answer every prayer. Amen, I said first. Amen, Kitten said. And finally Ruby said Amen.
(c) copyright 2010 Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved
Note: this story is not in the public domain
March 9, 2010 | Categories: flash fiction | Tags: Author Shundra L. Moore, Christian Fiction, Fiction, flash fiction, Ruby Second Draft | Leave a comment
“Quiet please, I’m trying to concentrate. This is real hard work balancing in this stance.” Jesse was being sarcastic he was in the Lotus Pose one of the easiest. “So how long have you been working this hard.” “All day long.” Jessie said with a sly grin. “I need to meditate and clear my mind of all evil thoughts. And fill it up with worthless thoughts of a meaningless vacation in the Bahamas. Doing nothing and then writing about it for money.”
I’ve been Jesse’s little sister since I was five years old. I’m Sherry and I’m adopted.
“Quiet please, you’re breathing too loud.” “How on earth can I make that much noise inhaling and exhaling?” “Well any way I wanted to talk about something.” “Quiet please your breaking up my meditation.” Ok, I gave up and started into a belly laugh. “What are you meditating on?” “Umm something important.” “Like?” “Like how I’m going too get you to stop being so serious. Sherry you really should lighten up.” “This is important Jesse you need to wake up from your nap and listen a minute.” Shh, did you hear that its the sound of my stomach growling.” “Jesse will you stop joking around and hear me out.”
“I want to find my birth mother but I’m not sure if she will want to find me. I have a bad feeling about finding her, but I can’t shake the motivation to search for her.”
“Well let me give you some advice little sis. I wouldn’t follow up on that urge. You already have a family that loves you and you have a bad feeling that you shouldn’t ignore.” “Jess I don’t know how to say this. I want to tell mom about it but it would hurt her feelings. I need to find her.” No, what you need is some rest. When is the last night that you slept eight hours straight through. Sleep deprivation will do some strange things to your train of thought. Ok I’ll consider seriously taking a nap in the middle of my next bible study. I couldn’t help it but I burst out into tears. Jess got up and gave me a shoulder to cry on.
“This is really bothering you huh.” “Yep, it is Jess.” “Ok so Sherry this is what we will do. Pray.” “Pray what?” “Just meditate and pray for the next few minutes.” “Ok Jess, I’ll go for that. But like I said Pray what?”
“Ok, you want me to start.” “Yep. I sure do cause I’m at a loss for words right now.” “Quiet please your sniffuling to loud.” He was just trying to make me smile. I knew the kind of person Jesse was. Joking most of the time but a serious person when you got to know him. I was about to say something and Jess interrupted me. “Shh, your breaking my concentration. Ok we’ll pray like this. Father God send Sherry’s mother to her and get this grief off her mind in Jesus name. Amen.” “That’s it. That’s all you’re going to pray Jess.”
“Shh. P.S. Lord. Umm, And send her back with a new family if she wants one.” “I started to say amen brother but I bet you already know what he said.” “Shh’ I’m not finished your mighty noisy today. I think my you and my stomach are conspiring to mess up my peaceful day of meditating on God.” Jess said everything with a smile. He rambled on for the next five minutes and then let me say Amen.
Quiet Please © copyright 2010 Shundra L. Moore all rights reserved
February 23, 2010 | Categories: flash fiction | Tags: Author Shundra L. Moore, Christian Fiction, copyrighted works, FaithWriters Member, Quiet Please | Leave a comment
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