"Arlen"

His dark eyes watched closely the empty, hollow ones of the people walking by. He offered them those papers as a result of the compassion in his heart. One hand was shoved deep into the pocket of his blue jeans, the other holding out that Gospel tract. Everytime someone passed by, he spoke to them in his deep voice, asking them if they would like a tract. Most everyone shook their heads "no," and looked at the man with open curiosity. He looked around at the shopping malls around him, the pairs of teenagers walking by, the loud music humming in his ears. This had been his life, but he had traded it for something better. That was why he was here today. He ran his hand through his thick brown hair and asked the Father for patience and fruitfulness.

Copyright 2011 Kate W.

"Sally"

Sally crept quickly near the house, peeking through the window.  Glancing at the family doing devotions, she sighed.  It must be nice having devotions with your family every night, she thought.  Suddenly, remembering her allergies to the Smiths' dog, she ran quietly to the bushes.  After her sneezing fit, she ran back to the open window.  She had been doing this for almost three months now.  Her parents weren't Christians, they were out every night.  Sally had so wished for a Christian family ever since she gone to church 4 months ago.  So now she knew a lot about the Bible through this Christian family.  They never knew she was there, she was very quiet.  She had a Bible, but she couldn't bring it since her mother's sister always babysat her and she wasn't Christian either.  Afraid she would get caught with a Bible, she remembered the passages in her mind.  Later when she got home, she would read them before going to bed.  The Smiths' were reading  Matthew chapter 5 tonight..  First came the Beatitudes, which she had memorized on her own.  The Smiths' children had too.  This was their reciting night.   As Sally watched from the window, a small tear dripped from her eye.

Copyright 2011 Sydney W.

"Hubert"

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The wind whistled through the barred window, bringing with it the putrid smell of the moat water.  Hubert stamped his feet.  At a rapid dog trot, he crossed and recrossed his tiny cell, his mind racing.  He was a big man, well over 6 feet, brawny and rough.  Revolving the plans in his mind, he reassured himself that all contingencies had been covered.  His usually cool personality, was overwhelmed by the urgency of the situation.  A controlling individual, Hubert was really struggling with the uncertainty of depending on someone else.

Copyright 2011 Jordanna