Bible Passage From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Pallor stared at it cross-eyed. “Um. Back, demon horse thing.” I waved the Bible around, then misted the air with holy water. Pallor licked his lips, eying the flapping pages. I sighed. “You'd think the Vatican could issue how-tos on exorcisms.” My fears of being trampled eased when Pallor began to plead. He kissed his lips, begging. “What?” I asked. He stared at the Bible. I knitted my brows.

Sophia asked "If you do wings,I want pepperoni and cheese pizza" Jennifer replied "If we do pepperoni it haves to be beef because we can't eat pork" "Why not?" Jennifer asked "Because pork is unclean" Sophia replied "How do you know that pork is unclean?" Jennifer asked "It's in the bible on the book of Leviticus chapter eleven and verse seven and eight" Sophia replied "Oh,okay then it's like that?" Jennifer asked "It's like that and pork is not the only thing that's unclean. There's other foods that's unclean too" Sophia replied

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

Thorns sinking into marked flesh like venomous teeth, the man pushed his crown deeper as red fluid leaked through the fresh marks, trickling down the side of a hairless chin. He was naked again. Like he was. Like he'd always been. Like he'd always be. The small book of scriptures, lay in front of him, as always. The worn out edges of the old Bible touching his bare knees. The stained pages showing powerful spiritual words which were going faint from age.

He remembered his name vividly stepping forward a little but Clancy shouted at him instead furiously. "Don't get involved beast!" He shouted at Scott before looking back at the bishop "You never said anything about an Unholy Book, what is it? Made up by you?" He asked. The bishop finally getting choked to the point of blacking out flared out releasing a miniature wave of positive energy that at first was unnoticed by everyone except Clancy who was blasted few feets back like a ski. He stood back on his feet panting like a dog "No one made the Unholy Book up, it was written by the ancient one!" He responded to Clancy.

In my defense, I'm doing a service to humanity. I lift my gaze toward my father. "Okay, according to this site, 'Bible Today'—what kind of name is that, anyway?—it says the poor possessed person should be tied up. Apparently, the evil spirit controlling their body—these are the exact words—tends to get violent at the sight of holy water, a cross, or a Bible." I look back at my dad, and we both turn simultaneously toward little Amanda, who’s smiling at us, completely clueless.

They crumble to the ground with the doors still wide open, waiting for them to escape. One by one, I silence them. All, except the priest. The priest crawls backward, bible clutched to his chest like it can save him. “Please,” he whispers. “You’ll make it worse. I’m a vessel of—” I cut his throat mid-sentence. His holy words bleed out with his blood, soaking the bible he’d used to judge me. The pages turn red. Scriptures drowned in sin. I tower over him, watching the light fade from his eyes.

he said walking closer to him with his spear in his left hand “(Speaking in tongues) there is no other God but Yahweh... and I bind you and cast you into the lack of fire” “Actually, Yahweh is the elder brother of Kanedara and secondly... you cant bind me because I am not bound by the laws that bounds you... your sins have come for you” “my bible says, he that is in Christ is a new creature old things are past away behold all things have become new” “You are a hypocrite... I can see your filthiness... I have no time... the wages of sin is death Romans 6vs 23” Eric said, Patrick is shocked

It was such a wonderful story that comforted him. He opened the Bible and placed it upon his thighs. A verse on the second page - Jeremiah 11:19 - was highlighted in bold. He read it out aloud not daring the silence around him. But I was like a lamb or an ox that is brought to the slaughter; and I knew not that they had devised devices against me, saying, let us destroy the tree with the fruit thereof, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be

I need your wisdom, Lord. The Bible I was holding fell down wide open. The pages flipped and brought my eyes to the book of Proverbs 19:9 – A false witness shall be punished, and a liar shall be caught. I would be punished from my wrong doings. I lied. I had a discreet sexual relationship with the member of the congregation. I would be punished for I was false witness and a liar. I hoped I would not be caught but God was not sleeping for he knew everything hidden down the earth, and he would give me what I truly deserved. The curtains swayed back and forth from the breeze whooshing and roaring thunder came afterwards which brought me to sleep.