Short Story: The female vampire

 I am a vampire. I loved to watch unsuspecting males come to me. I thought they deserved their deaths as I drained their blood. The looks of fear on their faces thrilled me. Yet, somewhere within me, I felt dirty. Unclean.

Then, one day, I heard of Him. Jesus Christ. It was said that this man could perform any kind of miracles.

Hope began to reign in me. Perhaps, just perhaps, I could be a human, again. No more curses, no more days of sucking human blood, no more uncleanness.

So, I visited Him at night.

"Make me a human, so that I could not sin." I pleaded.

He replied, "It does not matter whether you are a human or a vampire. The choice to sin or not lies not in that."

"If you do not make me a human, I will suck your blood." I threatened.

"My blood will be given at the proper time. Tonight is not the day." He replied, with a firm conviction. I did not know what came over me, but I did not suck His blood that night.

I was very bitter, however over the fact that He did not respond to my plead. Then, I heard of His death, from a group of Christians I met. How it was voluntary, how He died and shed His blood so that mankind can be reconciled to their maker.

"Dear Jesus, I am a vampire, and not a human. Will you save me too?" I prayed. I had no hope that He would save me, after all, He had rejected my plead before.

Still, a change came over me. I no longer craved human blood. Instead, I feed on animal's blood. He is truly still a man of miracles!

Short Story: The Cold Man

He was the cold man. He was the tough guy. He was the man who would rather die than cry. He had never shed a single tear ever since he first became a man. There was not a single evil deed he would hesitate to do, nor was there a single act of kindness he wanted to do. He was strong and arrogant; he was full of confidence in himself, and what his hands could do for him.

He was a sad, little boy. He was a child of tears. He was someone who screamed and shouted for the help that never came. He was the one who had shed tears no one saw, and dealt with pains that no one cured. He was the sad, trouble, pained little boy that screamed and screamed for help but people were all too busy in their lives to even hear him.

He was the rebellious teenager no one could understand. He was so full of anger that no one could ever stop. He fought with his fists when things went wrong. He hardened his muscles, he strengthened his might, he had become his own god.

He was the prisoner that the world ignored. He was the convicted criminal waiting for death to call. He was the forgotten face, a forgotten man no one could recall. He was about to vanish, he was about to cease, he was about to disappear from this world and no one would miss him.

But somewhere, sometimes, in some place, one man knew it all.

One man loved and one man cared and one man went to the cross for him.

One man saw the sad, little boy.

One man knew the angry teenager.

One man forgave the hopeless and condemned man.

One man died to give him life.

In the prison, a place of tears, the final destination in this world for the cold man no one knew or cared, hope came.

The cold man melted at the power of love. The angry teenager relaxed at the warmth that touched his heart. The sad, little boy knew he was heard and loved. He was not so lonely as he thought he was. The cruel and condemned criminal was forgiven. He was washed clean forever by the blood of that one man who loved him all.

The cold man walked with courage to his execution, with a peace that no one could understand. A smile on his face, he walked to his death, to meet his Savior Jesus, the one man who gave all for a criminal like him.

Luke 23: 39- 43

One of the criminals who hung there hurled insults at him: "Aren't you the Christ? Save yourself and us!"

But the other criminal rebuked him. "Don't you fear God," he said, "since you are under the same sentence? We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve. But this man has done nothing wrong."

Then he said, "Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom."

Jesus answered him, "I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise."

Story Story: The law of demand and supply

 Tarnia went to heaven and noticed that it was beautiful but empty. Heaven had many mansions, but they had no owners.

Why? Tarnia wondered. Was it because the hands of the Lord was so short that He could not save more souls? This seriously puzzled Tarnia. Perhaps, she would ask the Lord about it the next time she met with Him. She hoped He would give her a good answer to her question.

The angels suddenly sang, and Tarnia could feel the presence of the Lord draw near.

""Lord Jesus," Tarnia whispered as Jesus came towards her.

"Tarnia,"the Lord replied, his eyes full of love and affection.

"Why? Why is heaven so empty?" Tarnia asked.

The Lord was silent. Tarnia thought she saw a look of sadness in His beautiful eyes.

"That is because of the law of demand and supply. There are few demands for lost souls. Therefore, heaven cannot supply. Prayers centered on personal needs and wants. People ask me for things, but they only ask me for what they need and want. Therefore, I cannot supply." Jesus replied. Tears rained down His eyes!

"Oh Lord, how we had sinned!" Tarnia cried.

"It is not too late. I am sending you back to tell my people their errors!" The Lord replied.

Tarnia awoke. So, it was a dream! But she could remember what she had seen, the empty heaven, the Lord's sad face.

I will be your spokesman. Tarnia took up her pen.

Short Story: The Child Soldier

Bullets whizzed past him. Bullets which barely missed him. His friends, Ahmad and Ali fell to the ground, blood dripping from their heads. Bodies of other comrades fell beside him, behind him, but he pressed on. 

His fingers arched from firing at his enemies non-stop. But he dared not stop firing. Survival was the issue. It was either him or his enemies. He rather it was his enemies, rather than him. He continued firing at his enemies.

Finally, his enemies retreated. So, he had survived another day.

The boy soldier took out the bible someone had given him before the battle and read. Who is this Jesus whom the bible talked of? He healed the sick, raised the dead, was meek yet unafraid of the soldiers. In fact, at his voice, they fell back.

Yet, this same man did not resist them. He could, but he chose not to. Instead, this Man chose to die that others might live.

The boy wept.

Jesus, my hands are stained with blood. Will you forgive me, please?

The boy slept well, gripping his bible more than he gripped his rifle. 

Short Story: In his mother's footsteps...

 "Run."

That was the last word Evan heard his mother said. He never saw his mother again. Sometimes. he wondered what life would be like if his mother had never believed in Christ. He would definitely still be with her and they would not be persecuted for her Christian faith.

Oh, how he hated her Jesus for what He made them go through.

And now his girlfriend was also beginning to believe in Christ. He had to stop her from believing in Jesus or he would lose her, too!

But Mary refused to stop attending the underground church. She even wanted to bring him along.

"Don't talk to me about Jesus!" He would say to her. "Jesus took my mum away from me! Is he going to take you away from me, too?"

"But you got to listen to this preacher! He really knew what He is talking about!" Mary exclaimed.

She accepted Christ and was soon baptized. Despite his anger at her being a Christian, he noticed a change in her life. She no longer smoked and was more patient than he ever remembered.

So, curiosity led him to follow her to the underground church one day, and it was there he encountered a love that was deeper than the mother's love he lost. One day, the communists came for his wife and him.

And he was proud to follow his mother's footsteps.