Pulp Fiction Prayer Novels & Stories

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.

The Paper Widow was going to Mexico and that worn out whore Peggy was being exchanged at the whore house for a younger, fresher, less possessive one. Oliver’s face fell as he looked over the whores displaying their wares in hopes of being picked. They were a sorry looking lot to be sure. He shuddered with revulsion when the one called Peggy’s foul breath filled his breathing space while she rubbed her abundant bosom against his arm and whispered things she would like to do to him and what she would be willing to have him do to her. He could not believe his stroke of good luck when she took offense by his obvious shuddering and spat obscenities about how tired she was of uppity men and uppi

Scarlett’s POV "Scarlett!" Her voice had that edge now, the one that meant I'd crossed a line. "I thought better of you. Prayer is not about moods." "It's alright, Mrs. Blackwood." Lee set down her coffee cup with a soft clink. "I'll say the prayer." She extended her hands to the people on either side of her. Me on one side, James on the other. Everyone else joined hands around the table, forming a circle of false unity.

"And we know we don't deserve your help. But we're asking anyway, because we don't know what else to do. We need a miracle today. Please give us one. Amen." "Amen." Briane and I echoed together. We sat there in silence for a long moment, still holding hands, all of us crying quietly. The prayer had helped somehow, made me feel less alone in my fear. "Thank you." I finally said, wiping at my face with my free hand. "I needed that." "We all did." Rhea agreed, also wiping her eyes. Briane suddenly stood up, trying to shake off the heavy emotion. "Okay, enough crying. We need to do something else to keep busy. How about we check to make sure you have everything you need?"

"No te pido nada. Nada para mí. Solo… devuélvemelo. Devuélveme a Noel. Llévame a mí, si quieres. Mátame a mí. Pero no a él." ~("Please… God, if you can hear me…" "I’m not asking for anything. Nothing for me. Just… give him back to me. Give me Noel. Take me instead, if you want. Kill me. But not him.")~ His voice cracked with the weight of every word. "I never prayed when my mother died. I didn’t pray when my father sold his soul. I didn’t pray when I lost my brother. But I’m praying now. For him." His chest rose and fell violently as he sobbed into his hands.

“You only have exactly thirteen minutes to do it.” I nodded, climbing out of the car tracing my target’s steps. The church was quiet with the absence of wooing patrons. The guy walked to the aisle kneeling before taking the seat near the altar. He was alone, his bodyguards were nowhere in sight. I kept my length waiting for the right moment to come for me to attack. I took the cue when he bowed his head to pray. “Aren’t you supposed to burn?” I asked softly not wanting to break the solemnity. “That’s what happens in movies. When demons walk inside holy places, they burn.”

Willow disengages from the hug. "Silly girls!" Eleanor chuckle sheepishly, and they all strode into the bathroom. ♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ >>>> THE BURIAL CEMETERY <<<< "...and may his soul rest in peace in the bosom of the lord in Jesus' name!" The priest prayed as he made the sigh of the cross. "Amen!" Everyone chorused, making the sigh of the cross too.