Pulp Fiction Prayer Novels & Stories

I knelt on the kitchen floor amid the glass, clasping my hands so tight my nails bit into my skin. "God, please," I wailed, tears streaming, my body heaving with each plea. "Don't take him. He's been tired, short of breath… please god! Heal him, make his heart strong again. I promise I'll visit more, call every day. I'll stop chasing shadows and focus on what's real. I will stop acting like a slut and take my marital vow seriously... god! Please " I prayed fervently and violently, I prayed for Dad to get better. If the powers-that-be hadn’t heard my voice, my frenzied movements would have shaken the heavens that day. I adhered to all the rituals of pleading my case before God.

Below-Prayer defended itself with human voices. That was crueler than roaring. It spoke as a child forgotten in quarantine. As a widow outside a locked temple. As a soldier buried without name. As Ava under the newsroom table. As me, age fifteen, praying beside my mother's hospital bed after I had already stopped believing. "I answered," Below-Prayer said through all of us. "I was the only thing that answered." The court wavered.

Now sitting beside me, he explains, "This is my calling. Sorry if I was overbearing, but once I see evil following you or around you, it's my job to get you free." I nodded his way and then watched Ellie. Hands clasped, she walks over with her head bowed, asking, "I've been through this several times myself. How do you feel?" Nodding again, Winnie kneels before me, saying, "Pastor Chauffee is on his way. He wants to see you, okay?" Pastor Chauffee enters, rejoicing. With my head down and eyes lifted, I barely clap as they praise God and dance around me. Pastor Chauffee suggests Donovan and his wife, whose name is Paige, be my prayer partners.

”He replied. "May we begin with a brief prayer of thanksgiving to our mighty Father?" Then we inquire as to what our next tasks will be for His glory to be revealed! "Excellent! "Come on now," Rudolf says, closing his eyes and waiting for Rhoda to begin the prayers. He slid his hand possessively around her waist. "Come on my sexy wife, let's go," Rudolf exclaims. "Thank you Father God for all you have done for all your suffering people who trusted you." Rhoda prays as she continues, while Rudolf appears to be itching to entrap his hands around her waistline for a few moments.

Quiet and calm, closed off to the sound of smiles and laughter, their faces blew gloom, while their voices wailed alongside their teary eyes. Their facade could be fealt, the lies interwoven in their hearts, while the scavenged bad thoughts within their minds. “In the bosom of the Lord, the faithful lay” the priest said, while he stood right before Mr Fernando’s laid up coffin, dressed in a red coloured vest, with bottle of water straddled up on his hands while he sprinkled portions upon the coffin.

Blake asks me. “Yes sweetie, we just had a really emotional conversation but everything s fine. I am just going to really miss them,” I tell him. “So, what are you watching?” I ask him, when I saw that he was watching a movie on his phone. “I am watching this movie called Praise this. It is about the human God,” he replied.

Our hands are linked, heads bowed, legs folded beneath us like children at prayer. I’d never been to one of these before. When I was a priest, I heard confessions in the box. Private. Anonymous. Safe. This is exposure. Vulnerability. Exactly what I need to break this addiction. Fourteen days since I’d last touched Bunny. Three hundred and thirty-six hours trying to purge him from my system. And still, just thinking his name made my cock hard. The holy spirit ought to be at work by now. What’s happening? “This is a place of mercy. Everyone is equal in the eyes of God. Speak and be heard.” The Father affirms in that numb, monotonous tone. His eyes land on a middle-aged brunette wearing glasses

Maybe next time. Pastor Wilson knelt on his knees in front of the alter. "Please, heavenly Father, help me bring the slut into the light. Help me show her the error of her ways. I'm willing to commit adultery in your name as many times as it takes if that is your will. Help me rid the slut of the Devil and save her soul and drown the Devil with my seed," he prayed quietly. "So, what exactly did he say to you in there?" I asked as we climbed into the car.

Ignoring the conversations. Then the woman went on her knees as the Reverend father began praying in a silent tune, his hands placed on the uninterested kid. She noticed he began cleaning off tear drops from his eyes, as quickly as he could to avoid being spotted, blinking as fast as he could. Soon the prayer session ended as the woman rose to her feet and the two made the sign of the crucifix. As the woman began her Chronicles of appreciation, the boy did something. He tried licking his cheek. Old habits die hard.

Puffy likes meatballs a lot, you can say it’s her favorite, refusing to eat the meatballs is screaming danger. I carried her and walked out heading to just one place in my mind, the chapel. Puffy is a white dog with full hair. I love her so much. The scent of incense lingered in the air, welcoming me immediately as I stepped foot in the chapel. Wooden chairs are arranged accordingly, making the place neat and organized. I placed Puffy gently on the floor and knelt in front of the altar. I clasped my hands tightly together, my eyes closed. My lips move in silent petition, whispering to the heavens. My heart was heavy with worries but I had faith in the lord.