Prayer From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Alex frowned while they were making fun of him. "Please stop all this. I'm in no mood for jokes." He mumbled. "I can see you are ready. Are you ready for this, Alex?" The old man who appeared from his room. "I guess so." He muttered. "Okay, let's head out to conquer your enemy." He gestured at the door. "Wait, let me pray for him." Alex rolled his eyes upon hearing his mom's request. "Pray?" The old man scoffed. "You can pray for him while you all are seated here in your respective ways as he faces his enemy. He has prayed, and I have also prayed to the gods on his behalf today, and I know our prayers have been answered. That's all we need to triumph." He added.

"...and lead us not into temptation.." "But deliver us from evil," Father Francis responded looking up briefly at her. Her eyes had rolled upward into their sockets. Blinking. She hissed and draw away from them. He willed his mind and returned to the prayer at hand. After a while, Father Lazarus grabbed the Roman Ritual copies. He handed the other copies to Father Francis and they began again. "Save your servant," prayed Father Lazarus, standing this time reading from the Ritual. "Who trusts in you, my God," answered Father Francis.

How silly of me. God created us all naked. It is cool and peaceful as I walk to the front. There is a plain wooden cross on the back wall. I kneel on the ground and close my eyes. I pray for my father’s health. Then I pray that Nigel will be cured of his addiction. Finally, I say a little prayer for me. I pray that I will stay strong. That I will not be consumed by my own carnal and base desires. For a few minutes afterward, I sit on one of the pews in quiet contemplation. Then I cross myself and leave that quiet sanctuary.

“By the coming of the Holy—. Spirit, the Advocate—. On the day of judgment—.” The droning invocations continue, switching to “We beg you to hear us,” and after about ten of those, I’m actually praying for whatever this is to kill me. Between the smoke and the pain and the repeated monotone chants everything in the room is drifting in a murky haze. “God, by your name save me, and by your might defend my cause—.” “God, hear my prayer; hearken to the words of my mouth.” “Let the enemy have no power over him—.”

Even my lips felt raw from repeating desperate prayers over and over, begging for some kind of absolution. Yes, I was doing penance. Please, Lord, forgive me. It had been an hour since I’d woken up from that hot—no, sinful dream. Our Father, who art in heaven… please forgive me. I squeezed my eyes shut, chanting every prayer I knew, adding a few ad-libs for good measure. It was the dead of night, yet here I was, kneeling against a wall like some medieval flagellant, begging for mercy like a sinner in a confessional.

It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “Say a prayer for me,” he told them, his voice rough. “While I fuck you.” Hannah mumbled against Rebecca’s pussy, “In… in nomine Patris… oh God, yes… et Filii… fuck me deeper!” Rebecca whimpered, “Et Spiritus Sancti… I’m going to cum, Father!”

"You chose compassion over cruelty and faith over fear, even though faith didn't come naturally to you." "Faith." He laughed without humor. "I can't imagine having faith in anything except violence and money, those are the only gods that actually answer prayers." "You didn't have faith in God." I stopped at the front pew. "You had faith in people's ability to be better than their worst moments, and that faith is what made you a good priest even when you didn't believe you deserved to be one." He reached the altar and ran his hand across the stone surface, his fingers finding grooves and marks that only someone familiar would know to look for. "There's something carved here, initials or symbo

A small sickness like this won't bring him down. Plus, from what Havu told him, he knew what he could do to help Kavan become better. Even with him staying outside the forest. Closing his eyes, he clenched his hands together and bowed his head. "Prosperity," He prayed. Biting his lip, he stopped it from quivering, "... and forgiveness." The prayer was for the demon within the forest. The demon ate prayers to make him feel alive and well. The prayer Fyn knew would reach Kavan. Once he was satisfied, Fyn opened his eyes, and with one last look towards the river, went towards his hut.

Blood sprayed up and covered my face. Blood poured from my hand, too, but I had not even considered treating it yet when my grandma saw my bleeding hand and screamed, "Go away! You can't even do something like this right. Your blood is so filthy... You did that on purpose, didn't you?! Forget about lunch today!" I was shoved back into the shed in a daze, shivering all the way. Emma had already heard everything that happened outside, and she had been watching through the crack in the door. She scrambled over to bandage me, and when she held my wrist, she froze.

Martil’s pov “Our father, who art in heaven….” I started with my palms placed together. “Hallow be thy name, thy kingdom come…” “Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven…” “Give us this day our daily bread as you forgive us all our trespasses.” The Lord’s Prayer continued until it was concluded. Every single gang member was present. No excuses for lateness or absenteeism. It was one of the gang’s rules. “Our brother has been laid to rest.” I said,