Jesus and the Woman with the Issue of Blood (POV of crowd member)

Not entirely proud of how this turned out but here it is.

*~From the house of God’s grace~*

“Did you hear? Jesus is here!”

“What? Where?”

“Wait! Who’s Jesus?”

“You don’t know? He’s the guy who has been healing people and casting out demons!”

“He’s just come back from across the sea, from the country of the Gadarenes!”

“Let me through! I wanna see!”

“There He is! Move out of my way!”

Read More »

Psalm 139 (Reader Submission) [Poem]

Editor note: Though the following work is not a story, we decided to include it and post it up because we liked it a lot. 😀 For those who don’t know, the meaning of the word ‘redintegrate’ is “restore (something) to a state of wholeness, unity, or perfection.” Do read it all the way to the end! 🙂 We’ve included part of the email blurb that we felt explained it well, although there was no actual author’s note.

*~From the house of God’s grace~* & ~Ele♥ra

This is a reversible poem I wrote based on Psalm 139. It was Holy Spirit inspired and I guess you could say from my point of view.

Credits go to Mel.

I am a waste of space.
It is not true that
I have been fearfully and wonderfully made.
The matter of fact is
I am nothing special.
Why would I believe that
My days are all ordained.
I can guarantee thatRead More »

Feeding of the 5 Thousand (POV of a random man)

I FINALLY got to write this after two attempts that led to different stories, and when I started, it flowed with absolute ease. I’m so incredibly happy with the way this turned out; I think I wrote it in about an hour, so it goes to show how pressing it was in my mind. xD Anyway, hope you enjoy it!


Everything went quiet. It wasn’t instant, nor was it a sudden thing; it started slowly, with the loud complaints evening out to grumbling and moaning before turning into soft murmurs which dissipated and died out, until all around the hill there was nothing but the whispering of the wind and the rustling of grass beneath us. In the distance, a figure – a mere silhouette against the backdrop of the darkening sky – raised his hands to the heavens, but what he was doing, we didn’t quite know.Read More »

Elijah and the Widow (POV of her son)

I’m not the happiest with this, especially the ending, but it’s complete in itself, soooo. 😛 I hope you enjoy it!


My stomach grumbles, and I hold my breath, glancing towards mummy. She’s been sad lately; I don’t want to upset her more by telling her I need more food. By the expression on her face, though, it’s obvious she heard it, and an odd look comes into her eyes. She stands, walks over to our kitchen cabinet, and peers into the two jars we have there, the ones I’m not allowed to touch. I know that one has flour and the other, the oil.
She sighs, and then turns to me, a smile on her face. “Good news, baby boy,” she tells me.Read More »

Abigail, David and Nabal (POV of one of David’s men)

Not my most well written piece of work but here it is!

*~From the house of God’s grace~*

Whispers slithered through the group as the ten young men David appointed to send a message discussed how Nabal would respond. I kept quiet, holding my thoughts to myself. David was a great leader and all who were lost, distressed, in debt or discontented came to him. But ever since King Saul began chasing David to kill him, we’ve been running, which was how we ended up here.

Nabal’s shepherds had camped near us, in the wilderness of Carmel and David had given instructions not to take advantage of them, though we could easily overpower them and use the sheep as meat. We didn’t lay a hand on them. In fact, I think our presence protected them from people who would take advantage of them. After all, David had a reputation for being a skilled warrior. Shearing time was here and Nabal was holding a feast and since we were living on scraps in the wilderness, it was only sensible we asked permission to have a little of the feast Nabal prepared after the benefit we brought to his shepherds.

Read More »

Boaz and Ruth (Foreman’s POV)

“Who is she?”

The familiar voice of my master, Boaz, startled me out of my thoughts.

“Hmm? Who?” I asked.

Boaz pointed across the acres of ripe barley, the endless field spotted with reapers working hard to gather the sheaves as well as women gleaning, picking up what dropped to the ground. It wasn’t unusual for women to glean in Boaz’s field; he had a reputation for being kinder and more gracious than other field owners.

“That one there, whose young woman is she?”

My gaze shifted to align with Boaz’s finger and landed on Ruth.

Read More »

Spies in Jericho (Rahab’s POV)

Truth be told, I started this story fully intending it to be a retelling of the feeding of the five thousand. However, about two lines in, I wrote the sentence about reputation. I was rather confused and I went, “Wait, what reputation? You’re just some random guy on a hill…” and the ‘voice’ of the story replied, “No, I’m Rahab.”

It was, no doubt, all rather confusing to me. The story, therefore, sort of wrote itself, though I edited it since to give more context. I’ve never tried this format before and I don’t really know what it is – a monologue? A weird first/second person love child? – but I quite enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it, too! 🙂

~ Ele♥ra


Hello, you two. What brings you to my place? I am but one of many in this city. In fact, I doubt you’ll even remember my face if I pass you by, for I am not memorable. There are those that know me by name, of course; my reputation isn’t one that is unknown. Indeed, you might not know my face, but I am sure thatRead More »

Esther Becomes Queen (Hegai’s POV)

This was my very first story, the one that started the addiction. Enjoy!

~ Ele♥ra

Some might say that being a servant to the King is a tedious job, one that consists of blind obedience; they lament daily – hourly even – for freedom. But I disagree. See, I’m the custodian of women, and that means I’m surrounded by some of the most beautiful women in the entire Kingdom on a daily basis. My latest assignment is probably one of my favourites – my boss, his majesty King Xerxes, is in need of a new wife, and I’m to oversee the preparations of all the eligible females. And, as written in the decree, they are all ‘beautiful young virgins’.

        Rumours had been flying for weeks beforeRead More »