Later, he prayed for Scott walking to and from school. Now, I understand that the voice I heard was You. “I am sick and tired of you not following my requests,” His father said and clapped his back with the belt a third time…this one was much harder.īilly woke up and got down on his knees to pray. “I’m sorry! I was going to do…” Scott didn’t even finish his sentence as he felt the second clap on his back. Scott was on his bed with his hands over his face. He could hear his father slowly stomp the stairs.
Scott knew what this meant and ran upstairs into his bedroom. “It should have been done by now,” His father said, stood up and took off his belt.
“I…I was going to do it now,” Scott said with a shaky voice. “You didn’t mow the lawn like I told you to,” Scott’s father said sternly. Scott’s father called him into the living room. Scott had just got back to his house from playing outside. After that, I scored the winning touchdown! Good stuff!”
SHORT STORIES TO WRITE ABOUT ABUSE FREE
“I had one of the best days ever! I got two A’s, then got a free cookie at lunch. When he got home, he ran upstairs into his room, grabbed his journal and began writing. “Pray for him, Billy,” his soul affirmed.īilly shook his head, closed the journal and went to school.Īfter school, he played football. “Yesterday, I heard a voice telling me to pray for Scott. The next day, he got up, went to his journal, grabbed a pen and began writing. He struggled with this the rest of the day. “Pray for Scott?” Billy asked, but silence followed. His pen stopped as he awaited his next thought. “I turned twelve a couple of months ago and I do not know what makes some kids so mean.” He clicked on his desk light and began writing. “Billy, use your imagination…write stories, draw pictures, write about your day, etc. He breathed in the mild leather scent and opened it up. Billy walked over to it picked it up and went to his desk. It was a journal that his aunt had given him on his last birthday. After crying for a while, something caught his eye on his bookshelf. He ran home, went into his room and began to cry. “I thought you answered my prayer, God!” Billy whispered and continued, “Is this your idea of a Joke?!” It looked like Scott had already retrieved Billy’s rod and was fishing with it. However, to his dismay, Scott was there fishing. Later, he awoke, ate breakfast, then ran down to the pier…ready to dive in. He found it and pulled it out of the water. Even though he couldn’t see anything, he knew it had to be there. He dove in and felt around the bottom of the river. In the dream, he walked down to the pier where he was fishing. Billy was getting frustrated that his prayer was not being answered. Over the ensuing weeks, he prayed the same prayer over and over. He climbed into bed and fell fast asleep. Why did this happen to me? In Jesus’ Name. I am nice to kids, I brush my teeth twice a day, I do all of my chores. I don’t step on bugs like many people do. He got on his knees and prayed by his bedside. Billy watched some TV, then got ready for bed. He ate dinner, avoiding as much conversation as he could.
He did have two other rods in the garage. He was too scared to tell his parents…fearing what Scott may do to him if he did. “Why, God? Why?” Billy shouted to the sky.īilly thrust his hands into his pockets and walked home. Tears fell down Billy’s face as he watched Scott disappear into the woods. “Ha, Ha, Ha,” Scott said from the depths of his dry belly, then turned and walked away. Without blinking, Scott snatched Billy’s fishing rod and threw it into the river. Billy’s heart sank as Scott’s eyes fixed on him. One of the fish winked at Scott, grateful for being set free. Scott walked up to Billy, grabbed his bucket of fish and poured it back into the river. Shortly after that, Scott walked onto the dock. He was so happy! Billy was going to leave, but he wanted one more to make it an even dozen. His gut was right about the fish…he caught eleven of them. One day, Billy had a gut feeling that the fish would be biting near the dock. Billy fished in a number of different places…mostly to avoid a bully named Scott. Once, there was a boy named Billy who liked to fish.
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