1st place: my sister, Abigail R.
2nd place: Kaitlyn K.
3nd place: Faith P.
Super job, Abigail! What a great example of the importance of honesty! Not to mention that I love old west sort of stuff! She dubbed her's Should have Told the Truth.
Slipping through the night shadows a masked man crept up to the livery of the rowdy gold town. Pulling out a piece of wire, he stuck it in the lock and expertly began jabbing it around. Finally the lock came loose and fell off. He slipped inside, closing the door behind him. The horses stirred at the odd sent of the stranger as the man walked past each stall, examining all the horses. After passing a palomino he decided that if anyone saw the mare, it would be very hard to recognize her from other palominos. "It's alright beauty, I won't hurt you. All I need is a mount to get me out of this town that's held me behind bars fer so long." He spoke soothingly to her as he haltered her, tacked up, and then slipped out of the barn. Sticking to the shadows, he made his way out of town where he disappeared into the night. By day-break the whole town was up early, due to the spreading word of the robbery. By then the criminal and the horse were miles out of town and resting in an old abandoned barn where the culprit and his companions hid out. They enjoyed stealing palominos since it was hard to tell them apart. The new horse got acquainted smoothly with the other twelve palominos. "While I was in town I stole some farmers outfits for a disguise," Mark, the bandit who had stolen the palomino, remarked later in the evening as they sat around a small fire. That night, all five bandits changed into disguises in case any "visitors" came by. The next morning, the culprits were awakened to the clip-clop of horses' hooves. They looked up to see the sheriff and five of his posse riding toward them.
"Howdy," the sheriff called,
"You wouldn't happen to be able to brew some coffee for me and
my men, would you?"
"I believe we have the supplies,"
Mark replied, trying to hide his worry. "Bring out the supplies,
would you John. Please, sit down." Mark moved his hand showing a
row of chairs. "You can release your horses into the corral. My
horses would enjoy the company." After the horses were released
and the coffee poured, Mark asked, "So, what brings you out
here?"
"Two days ago a prisoner broke out
of jail and also stole a horse—a palomino." The sheriff looked
at Mark. "It seems mighty curious that you have a corral full of
palominos."
"Are you saying that I stole that
horse!"Mark furiously replied.
"Well, did you? Tell the truth,"
the sheriff asked.
"No, that's utterly ridiculous to
think that I, a farmer with a love for palominos, stole a horse."
Mark stood. "Now you probably need to be going so I won't keep
you. Would you like me to ready your horses for you?"
"No thank you, we will take a look
at the horses while we are there. Now the owner said that the mare's
name was Sunshine," the sheriff said to himself."Sunshine!"
he called.
"Neigh!" Sunshine trotted
through the corral toward the sheriff who glanced toward Mark.
"Line up." Worriedly Mark
stood in a line next to his companions. The sheriff haltered the
horse began walking her past the men. When they reached Mark,
Sunshine stopped and nickered to him. "Sir," the sheriff
remarked toward Mark, you will be hung. The rest of you will be put
in jail." That day the sheriffs words were carried out. The
bandits were put in jail and Mark was hung for his crime. The
sheriff's last words to him were, "Son, if only you had told the
truth, we might not have been so hard."
Second place is awarded to Kaitlyn K. This was a wonderful way to put an example of this moral into everyday life. This is just like how God works. Great job!
Ashley stood up
straight and wiped her forehead. “I had forgotten that
hoeing a garden could be so hard!” she said to her friend
Hannah, who was sitting on a patio chair, sipping a glass of
lemonade.
Hannah grinned. “Just do it my way,” she replied. “Take as many breaks as you can, get plenty of lemonade from the pitcher Mrs. Jenkins set out for us, and get just as much money as everyone else. I’ve hardly broken out in a sweat!”
Ashley frowned. “Hannah, that’s dishonest. I mean, you’re trying to deceive Mrs. Jenkins into giving you just as much money as any hardworking kid that she hires. That isn’t right.”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “Come on, Ash, it’s not like it’s that big of a deal; I’ve been working... some.”
Ashley sighed and shook her head. “Hannah, that’s just not right. Your thinking is way wrong.”
“And what makes you so sure that I’m wrong?”
“Because the Bible says so!”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “Ash, you know I don’t believe in that stuff.”
Ashley went back to her hoeing. “Why don’t you just come help me?”
“Oh, in a little while.”
Ashley threw down her hoe. “Hannah, so help me, if you don’t get back to work, I’ll go tell Mrs. Jenkins what you’ve been doing!”
Hannah raised her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright! Settle down!” she picked up her hoe and began to chop weeds while Ashley went to get herself a drink.
Ahhh, that tastes so good! Ashley thought as she drained a glass of lemonade. Turning, she picked up her hoe and was about to re-enter the garden when she saw Hannah gently chopping off the tops of the weeds, leaving the roots in the ground. She’s at it again, huh? Still doing the least amount of work that she can? Ashley rolled her eyes and went back to work, finishing off the weeds that Hannah had “hoed”.
When the two girls were done, they walked to the house to collect their money.
“My, done already!” Mrs. Jenkins exclaimed. She reached into her purse. “Here you go, Ashley, Hannah. Thank you for working so hard!”
Ashley smiled and received her pay, annoyed on the inside. She wondered how Hannah could get away with a thing like this.
As the girls started for home, Hannah counted her money. “What? She didn’t give me nearly as much as last time!”
Ashley, counting hers as well, said with surprise, “Huh! She gave me more than usual! I wonder...” but she kept her thoughts to herself.
Later that night, Ashley lay awake in bed, thinking about Hannah. That girl is going to get into a lot of trouble one of these times, she thought.
The next morning, Ashley was eating breakfast when the phone rang.
She picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Ashley, it’s Hannah. You’ll never guess what’s happened!”
“What?” Ashley waited, bracing herself for another one of Hannah’s shenanigans.
“Mrs. Jenkins called Mom, and told her what I was doing yesterday. Apparently she was watching out the window. And now I’m grounded! Can you believe it?”
Ashley smiled. “Well, I suppose you learned your lesson.”
Hannah grinned. “Just do it my way,” she replied. “Take as many breaks as you can, get plenty of lemonade from the pitcher Mrs. Jenkins set out for us, and get just as much money as everyone else. I’ve hardly broken out in a sweat!”
Ashley frowned. “Hannah, that’s dishonest. I mean, you’re trying to deceive Mrs. Jenkins into giving you just as much money as any hardworking kid that she hires. That isn’t right.”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “Come on, Ash, it’s not like it’s that big of a deal; I’ve been working... some.”
Ashley sighed and shook her head. “Hannah, that’s just not right. Your thinking is way wrong.”
“And what makes you so sure that I’m wrong?”
“Because the Bible says so!”
Hannah rolled her eyes. “Ash, you know I don’t believe in that stuff.”
Ashley went back to her hoeing. “Why don’t you just come help me?”
“Oh, in a little while.”
Ashley threw down her hoe. “Hannah, so help me, if you don’t get back to work, I’ll go tell Mrs. Jenkins what you’ve been doing!”
Hannah raised her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright! Settle down!” she picked up her hoe and began to chop weeds while Ashley went to get herself a drink.
Ahhh, that tastes so good! Ashley thought as she drained a glass of lemonade. Turning, she picked up her hoe and was about to re-enter the garden when she saw Hannah gently chopping off the tops of the weeds, leaving the roots in the ground. She’s at it again, huh? Still doing the least amount of work that she can? Ashley rolled her eyes and went back to work, finishing off the weeds that Hannah had “hoed”.
When the two girls were done, they walked to the house to collect their money.
“My, done already!” Mrs. Jenkins exclaimed. She reached into her purse. “Here you go, Ashley, Hannah. Thank you for working so hard!”
Ashley smiled and received her pay, annoyed on the inside. She wondered how Hannah could get away with a thing like this.
As the girls started for home, Hannah counted her money. “What? She didn’t give me nearly as much as last time!”
Ashley, counting hers as well, said with surprise, “Huh! She gave me more than usual! I wonder...” but she kept her thoughts to herself.
Later that night, Ashley lay awake in bed, thinking about Hannah. That girl is going to get into a lot of trouble one of these times, she thought.
The next morning, Ashley was eating breakfast when the phone rang.
She picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Ashley, it’s Hannah. You’ll never guess what’s happened!”
“What?” Ashley waited, bracing herself for another one of Hannah’s shenanigans.
“Mrs. Jenkins called Mom, and told her what I was doing yesterday. Apparently she was watching out the window. And now I’m grounded! Can you believe it?”
Ashley smiled. “Well, I suppose you learned your lesson.”
Third place was very difficult to choose, but in the end, Faith P.'s entry won. This one was great in that it is such a real struggle that many people have, and I love what a great reward Trent's honesty earned him! Thanks for entering!
The judge banged his gavel.
"Trent Porter, will you please stand?"
Trent shakily stood knowing his
punishment would soon be meted out.
"There have been many
charges brought against you by the state of Nevada," the judge
began. "Among them are larceny, aiding in a child-napping, and
an assault case nearly becoming murder. There is more than enough
evidence and witnesses to convict you and send you straight to San
Quentin penitentiary."
The judge sighed. "I have
one question for you and one question only. How do you plead?"
Trent clenched his jaw. He knew
what was true and he knew what would happen if he pleaded innocent.
He also knew what awaited him if he told the truth.
Trent slowly turned his head and
looked over his shoulder to the first row of chairs, where his wife
and their two children sat.
Tabitha and Colin sat close to
their mother, watching the court preceedings with wide and frightened
eyes. Lila met his gaze and, though no tears showed on her face, he
knew she was crying on the inside.
She mouthed something to him.
Trent didn't need to read her lips, he knew exactly what she'd
silently said.
God wants honesty...
Those were the same words she'd
spoken to him last night. Another glance at Colin and Tabitha, and
his decision was reached. He may serve time, but it was the only way
his heart, mind and conscience would be clear.
He faced the judge and answered
the life-changing question in a strong voice. "I'm guilty, your
honor."
"Well, that's not the
response I expected," the judge admitted. He banged his gavel
again.
"There will be a fifteen
minute recess. After that time the verdict will be stated."
********
"Trent Porter, you have been
found guilty of all of the multitude of charges on your record. I
hereby sentence you to eighteen months of prison confinement."
One last pound of the gavel.
"Case dismissed. This court is closed."
Trent sank back into the chair.
Only eighteen months? He could have easily gotten five to ten years
for his crimes.
Thank you, God. I don't know what
I ever did to deserve this.
He looked behind him and Lila
gazed back. This time the tears showed on her face and she was
smiling. Again she mouthed a few words to him.
Thank you, Trent. I love you...
To my final two entrants: know that I thought that your pieces were outstanding and worthy of recognition! Excellent jobs!
This entry is from an adult friend who goes to my church. Sharon, your entry made me laugh unto tears, especially because I can see you doing this! Thank you so much for entering!
It was a dark and stormy night. The
wind was howling fiercely and the thunder was clamorous- oh
wait, that's just my husband snoring! I lay awake thinking
about how good God is, and how He cares about every detail of my
life. I ponder His majesty in the fierceness of the storm, and
how I am always safe from harm because He shelters me. I love
the....ughh! My thoughts are interrupted by the LOUDEST snore
EVER! Sounds as though a motorcycle is revving right beside me;
in my frustration, I slowly reach over into the velvety
blackness, fumbling around to hone in on my target- a perfectly
fine nose making decidedly unacceptable noises! My hand finds its
target, grasps the nose firmly, and begins to squeeze- not so
tight (at first) but with more and more veracity I attempt to
destroy my enemy, that pesky, unrelenting nose! All reasonable
thought gives way as I battle this opponent, and I will not be
defeated! Oops! I perceive eyes peering at me through the
darkness- "are you squeezing my nose?" The disembodied
voice inquiries. My mind races desperately as I struggle with
the urge to deny the fact. I want to say "why of course
not; why would I do such a thing?". But a still small
voice reminds me that lying is a sin, a breaking of one of the
Ten Commandments, and decidedly rude to boot! Yes, I confessed , I
did try to strangle the life out of your schnozzola, as it was
being most offensive. I lay there with a smile on my
face, even as the nose began to rattle anew. I was content, and
with contentment comes great gain; I was content because I was
honest-and honesty is always the best choice!
Jesseca Dawn: your entry is super! I love the "on the record" and "off the record" parts. Isn't that how we all feel oftentimes? Thanks for entering!
He
sounds like a horse,
she thought, doing her best not to laugh. The reason he was coming
came back to her and she immediately sobered.
The
door opened and Lieutenant Erich walked in. He took a seat at
the desk and turned to face her.
"So,
Joyanna. I have a question for you." He tapped his riding whip
on the desk.
One-two-one-two.
Joyanna's eyes followed the tapping. Why
does he carry that anyway? I've never seen him ride.
"Joyanna,
are you listening to me?"
The
harsh tone of his voice interrupted her thoughts. She quickly raised
her eyes to meet his, "yes, sir."
His
eyes bore into her, "Did you or did you not purposely spill the
gravy on Sergeant Steiner?"
"Sergeant
Steiner?" her voice was quiet and her she glanced away.
"Yes,
the man who was teasing you this morning."
"Nadetta
said to be very careful not to spill it."
"Joyanna,
look at me!" His voice commanded obedience. At once she raised
her eyes to his face. His cold, blue eyes bore into her.
She
shivered. His eyes
scare me.
"I've
asked you a question. I want the answer and I want the truth."
She
knew that tone of voice. It was one that sent fear through her entire
body. If I tell him
the truth, will he hurt me?
The question pounded through her brain.
"I
won't hurt you. Just tell me the truth." He leaned back and
rested his shiny black boots on the top of the desk.
How
does he always know what I'm thinking?
She wondered, studying his boots. And
how does he always keep the boots so clean all day?
"How
do you keep your boots so clean?" she blurted out. A feeling of
fear swept over her when she realized she had asked the question out
loud.
"I
asked you a question first. Answer it!"
"Yes,"
she whispered.
He
leaned forward till he was eye level with her. "Yes what?"
"Yes,
I did it on purpose." What
will he do to me? She
could feel her heart beating in her chest as he stared at her.
She
glanced down as silence filled the room. Then, to her surprise, he
chuckled.
She
risked a glance up at him, startled by the twinkle in his eye. Is
he actually smiling?
"You
know, I've always wanted to do something to that guy. He gets on my
nerves."
"So.
. .you're not mad at me?"
"Just
for the record, what you did is wrong. Off the record, he deserved
it. So," he sat back and took his his feet off the desk. "we'll
let it go." His eyes turned cold, "but don't let me ever
catch you doing it again."
She
swallowed and nodded.
"Okay,,
let's go. It's time for you to get started on your new
responsibilities."
Joyanna
nodded and stood, following him to the door. Her eyes fell on the
swastika that hung above the entrance, proof that the Germans had in
fact taken over France.
"Come
on," Erich called impatiently, holding the door open.
Joyanna
hurried out into the bright sunlight, then squinted up at him as he
put his hat back on his head. "Can you answer my question now?"
He
glanced at her, puzzled. "Your question?'
"How
do you keep your boots so clean?
Thank you everyone who entered! Don't forget to please give me your input as far as future writing contests! Also, please seek God and see if he desires you to help my church in buying a well for a village in Asia by purchasing raffle tickets. Remember, your dollar will help to further God's kingdom work!
Have a great evening! Thanks for stopping by!
Wow. They were all really good! I wish I could have entered... :(
ReplyDeleteIt would have been fun if you could have, but next time! It seems like everyone has enjoyed it so I do plan on doing more!
DeleteEveryone's entry was so great!! :) Sharon, your's is hilarious!! :)
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts exactly! Thanks for entering!
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