Welcome to Thursday 360!
Are you a Christian writer? Think you can write a mind-blowing short story in 360 words or less? Let’s see what you’ve got!
Here’s How it Works
New posts will publish here on Thursdays. Write a 360-word (or less) flash fiction story based on the photo prompt (featured near the bottom of this post) and enter it in the comments section below. The results will be posted the following Thursday along with the new prompt. Winner will get the opportunity to display the Champion’s Badge on their website.
Rules and What-not
The rules are pretty simple. All entries for the current challenge must be posted by 11:59 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, Monday, July 20th. They must be original, unpublished stories inspired by the photo prompt and they must have no more than 360 words (title doesn’t count). Stories don’t have to be Christian in subject matter, but cannot contain foul language, erotic, anti-Christian content, etc… (Let’s try to keep it G-rated, folks.) By posting, you attest that your entry conforms to these rules; I am in no way liable if it doesn’t. I reserve the right to reject/delete anything that does not follow the rules.
All entries remain the property of their authors.
Results for Last Week’s Challenge
Champion: Charles W. Short for his story The Café that Changed the World.
Congratulations, Charles! Here’s your e-badge.
The Prompt
And here’s the prompt for this week’s challenge.
Remember the deadline is 11:59 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, Monday, July 20th.
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Check out Christian Flash Weekly after you’re done for another great contest to help you hone your short fiction skills.
Whitney L. Schwartz 
Thanks for the nod. Although I will admit it wasn’t my favorite story.
Just one of those times I felt I had to write something.
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For the love of water
358 Words
Joni Jane sat on the edge of the reservoir and talked to the water.
Other girls might have a diary, but diaries could be read. Joni Jane needed to talk, but she also needed to be absolutely certain her words could not be used against her.
So every afternoon on the way home from school she stopped and poured out her heart to her closest friend.
Then she would go home to her parents, to their suspicious questions and their demands on her time.
She had attempted to have other friends. But the young men in her school wanted something other than friendship. The girls couldn’t break through the stereotype they had already labeled Joni Jane with.
Because her heart was always broken, and because the water had been her only friend, she had decided to join the water permanently. She had told it so. When she did she could almost feel the approval of the waves and their jumping foam waiting to take her out of her world and into its.
She told the waves though they would have to wait a little bit longer. She would wait until her eighteenth birthday. Until then her death would be her parent’s responsibility, but when she became an adult she would be responsible for herself.
A young man worked in the power generating station below the dam. He took the job when he graduated the year before. He had been praying for years for God to use him, he had been praying for a wife. He had prayed for a lot of things. Maybe he didn’t even expect to have his prayers would be answered.
But then he began hearing the confession of a young girl on the wall above. He had spent his breaks listening to Joni Jane’s gentle and broken heart. He fell in love with the young woman sight unseen.
When he heard her plan he knew what he had to do. He spent every dime he had on a ring.
Two people waited anxiously those few days left till her eighteenth birthday, and on the appointed day even the waves rejoiced as love was revealed.
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