Christian Fiction ideas/story/dramas by Members of the Forum

This idea came up in a conversation with Trinity and Dave Robb.

If anyone feels inspired to write Christian fiction - short stories or drama, let's stick first drafts, ideas etc, here.

To start off with, an idea that has been bobbing around my head for a while. This is a first draft... in fact I'm making it up as I go along.

Here goes.

Glass God

"That girl's not right," Jack mumbled to his friend as his sister got up and left the room, with her book held protectively over her face. Simon, his best mate, laughed, and tried to shrug it off.

"Nobody ever gets on with their sisters," he said, "it's a law of nature."

Jack just bit his lip. He'd have liked to talk about it, but his score was edging higher up the rankings, and just this once he wanted to beat Simon on the game. He tried to put Kelly to the back of his mind as he blasted battle bots out of the pixilated sky.

Kelly, in her room, was crying. She didn't like to cry in front of her family, because they always mocked her feelings when she tried to tell them what was wrong. When she was little tears had been tolerated. But now that she'd started at secondary school, and was beginning to look less like a girl and more like the woman she'd one day be, her family were treating her as though feelings were something she should outgrow. Her Mum had become impatient with her recently. When she'd been taken out to buy her first bra her mother had wanted to buy her makeup and sexy dresses. Although she had nothing against makeup, like all little girls she had liked to play dress up, she hadn't liked being dragged around the shops. All the manniquins in the windows, with their false red pouts, reminded her so much of the creatures on tv.

She shuddered. How could she explain to her parents why she hated the television so? The family would sit in front of it, dinners balanced on their knees, gazing into the dim flicker, and silence would grown between them like a curse.

When had that happened, she wondered. Was it when Dad started working extra hours, and came home so tired he would shout and snap at anyone who rubbed him up wrong? Or was it when Jack brought home the x box, and his friends started coming round to play it with him.

Mum wasn't quite so bad, even if she didn't cook much these days, she did at least take some time out of the worship sessions round the silver screen to walk the dog and heat up microwave dinners.

Kelly sighed. Something had changed in her family. She knew it was partly that she and Jack were growing up, but she also felt it was somehow "the box." She had come to hate the television, and had begun to realise that her family didn't care much if she was with them when they watched it or not.

At times she thought she might as well disappear for good. It seemed so long as they watched their soaps, played their games and enjoyed their dvds then she could disappear.

Well, tomorrow was Sunday. At least she could get out for a time... Donna was coming round. Kelly told her parents that she was going to play at Donna's, but in reality they were going to a church thing together. Kelly wasn't a Christian, but her friend Donna was... and Donna's family chatted to her, helped her with her homework when she got stuck on the maths problems (Donna's Dad was a whizz at maths). But strangely enough was the fact that, no matter how unhappy Kelly was with her parents, the Browns would never criticise their neighbours. They'd just listen to Kelly, offer her support, kind advice, and tell her what the Bible had to say.

And the small television sat in its corner, usually with a cat curled on top of it, only on for the football occasionally, or some special show. Kelly had come to dread walking into the din of her house, full of noise now... not from the people, but from the blind eye dominating the living room.

END OF FIRST SEGMENT

Okay folks, I don't know if you can guess where I'm going with this, and remember I just typed blind... I know there's no dialogue, the character development is a bit two dimensional, but as a concept what do you think?

(The glass god of the title is not just metaphorical by the way... it's a literal demonic presence in the home.)

I need feedback, the idea came from the title, any plot devices would be well appreciated.

The other idea, even more embryonic than this one, came about because of my son talking about the Rapture today.

A mother, whose eldest daughter, fourteen, a born again Christian is taken, but her twin brother isn't. The mother distraught runs to the nursery where her youngest is... and finds that she's not there either.

The distress of the mother and son, and the lengths they go to, to try and deny what the eldest girl had been telling them... before they start to realise what one thing all the disappeared had in common.

[nashdude]

Original premise for a thread. I LOVE it! I'll kick the idea around some and try to post something in the coming days, either in this thread or another depending on its size.

If you do another thread, could you put a link to it up here?

[nashdude]

Originally Posted by daughter

If you do another thread, could you put a link to it up here?

Absolutely. In fact, if more people wanted to do it, we could make this thread a kinda "Table of Contents", with each link going to a separate thread so readers can be directed to the story of their choice without scrolling through pages and pages of replies

Originally Posted by daughter

Okay folks, I don't know if you can guess where I'm going with this, and remember I just typed blind... I know there's no dialogue, the character development is a bit two dimensional, but as a concept what do you think?

(The glass god of the title is not just metaphorical by the way... it's a literal demonic presence in the home.)

I need feedback, the idea came from the title, any plot devices would be well appreciated.

This looks like a great story!

Here's something that you may or may not want to incorporate. For years, I've said one of the insidious things about TV is the idea it's instilled in all our heads that ALL problems can be resolves in under an hour. We have been trained to think in 8 and half minute increments. If you have to put more thought into than that, something is wrong.

I really like your story base as well as the thread idea.

V

i like it very much.

Okay... yes, I can see how that would work in. I could have the lad struggle with some homework, then give up on it... immediately cutting to a chuckling demon hooked on his head congratulating himself for distorting the boy's ability to concentrate. I was also thinking of having the two friends fall out over something utterly insignificant (like which football team they support, or whether they prefer Star Trek or Dr Who.) Again, demons cackling in the background. Also, I thought the girl would have a demon of pride - she doesn't realise that she has her own sins, she's just aware of the failings of her family.

Nash, good idea... we'll make this a contents page to ongoing stories then.

Okay, more later. Thanks for suggestions so far.

[Frederick]

Originally Posted by daughter

This idea came up in a conversation with Trinity and Dave Robb.

If anyone feels inspired to write Christian fiction - short stories or drama, let's stick first drafts, ideas etc, here.

To start off with, an idea that has been bobbing around my head for a while. This is a first draft... in fact I'm making it up as I go along.

Here goes.

Glass God

"That girl's not right," Jack mumbled to his friend as his sister got up and left the room, with her book held protectively over her face. Simon, his best mate, laughed, and tried to shrug it off.

"Nobody ever gets on with their sisters," he said, "it's a law of nature."

Jack just bit his lip. He'd have liked to talk about it, but his score was edging higher up the rankings, and just this once he wanted to beat Simon on the game. He tried to put Kelly to the back of his mind as he blasted battle bots out of the pixilated sky.

Kelly, in her room, was crying. She didn't like to cry in front of her family, because they always mocked her feelings when she tried to tell them what was wrong. When she was little tears had been tolerated. But now that she'd started at secondary school, and was beginning to look less like a girl and more like the woman she'd one day be, her family were treating her as though feelings were something she should outgrow. Her Mum had become impatient with her recently. When she'd been taken out to buy her first bra her mother had wanted to buy her makeup and sexy dresses. Although she had nothing against makeup, like all little girls she had liked to play dress up, she hadn't liked being dragged around the shops. All the manniquins in the windows, with their false red pouts, reminded her so much of the creatures on tv.

She shuddered. How could she explain to her parents why she hated the television so? The family would sit in front of it, dinners balanced on their knees, gazing into the dim flicker, and silence would grown between them like a curse.

When had that happened, she wondered. Was it when Dad started working extra hours, and came home so tired he would shout and snap at anyone who rubbed him up wrong? Or was it when Jack brought home the x box, and his friends started coming round to play it with him.

Mum wasn't quite so bad, even if she didn't cook much these days, she did at least take some time out of the worship sessions round the silver screen to walk the dog and heat up microwave dinners.

Kelly sighed. Something had changed in her family. She knew it was partly that she and Jack were growing up, but she also felt it was somehow "the box." She had come to hate the television, and had begun to realise that her family didn't care much if she was with them when they watched it or not.

At times she thought she might as well disappear for good. It seemed so long as they watched their soaps, played their games and enjoyed their dvds then she could disappear.

Well, tomorrow was Sunday. At least she could get out for a time... Donna was coming round. Kelly told her parents that she was going to play at Donna's, but in reality they were going to a church thing together. Kelly wasn't a Christian, but her friend Donna was... and Donna's family chatted to her, helped her with her homework when she got stuck on the maths problems (Donna's Dad was a whizz at maths). But strangely enough was the fact that, no matter how unhappy Kelly was with her parents, the Browns would never criticise their neighbours. They'd just listen to Kelly, offer her support, kind advice, and tell her what the Bible had to say.

And the small television sat in its corner, usually with a cat curled on top of it, only on for the football occasionally, or some special show. Kelly had come to dread walking into the din of her house, full of noise now... not from the people, but from the blind eye dominating the living room.

END OF FIRST SEGMENT

Now this is something that REALLY interests me! Several years ago I wrote a Christmas story and sent it off the following June/July to women's magazines like My Weekly, Woman's Realm etc. for consideration for their Christmas edition, but to no avail. The problem with writing a Christmas story is not everybody who reads women's magazines are Christians! I would dearly love to see it used not for vanity reasons for seeing my name in print, but at a risk of sounding big headed, I feel it could be inspirational in some small way, regarding the Christian message. It runs into about 1500 words which is about the average length of a short story - about a fifteen minute read. I know it is some way to go before Christmas, but IF, and I mean IF anybody is interested, I can put it up tomorrow. It's a Christmas story that is best read quietly and alone. It is designed to tug at the heart strings - and it does. I wrote it as a testimonial of my faith. For the record, excellent and promising start to a great story! How long do you envisage it will be? Just a tip - join a creative writing class. You'll pick an enormous amount of encouragement and advice - keep at it. Remember: all gifts come from the Holy Spirit.