Pulp Fiction Prayer Novels & Stories

He drove for a while before stopping in front of a church, all his life he had never stepped foot in the church before but now he just had to pray for her safety. Dropping his gun in the car, slowly made his way into the church and knelt down in front of the cross placing his hands in front of him. " Dear God, I know I have never prayed to you before but I know you answer prayers, please keep Naomi and my baby safe until I find them. I know I have done a lot of bad things in life but look beyond my mistake and keep them safe please, she has not done anything so she shouldn't be punished for my mistake and forgive me Lord in advance for the lives I will take from today because I will make a

Questions that lurked in my mind, wreaking havoc and denying me of a single moment of peace. Questions I would never find answers to. “God, our shelter and our strength, You listen in love to the cry of Your people; hear the prayers we offer for our departed brothers and sisters. Cleanse them of their sins and grant them the fullness of redemption. We ask this through Christ our Lord:,” The whole ballroom sang “Amen”. The priest then let down his hands and closed the undoubtedly heavy book he had on the small pulpit, then cast a questioning look at our side.

I was doomed. I immediately got to my knees, not caring that I fell with so much force that it could bruise my knees for a while. I felt filthy. Unworthy before the Lord. But I pleaded for forgiveness anyway. It was all because of the pills. “God of mercy and compassion, look with pity upon me. Father, let me call thee Father, 'tis thy child returns to thee. Lord, I ask for mercy, let me not implore in vain.”

Damon has changed, and Dominick has changed too. Please, I am begging you to wake them up. I promised to be a good person than I was before, and I’m willing to do anything. Please show us some miracle. Show us your unconditional love and mercy. Please, make Damon and Dominick awake from their coma. In the mighty name of Jesus, We trust and pray, Amen. I did the sign of the cross and sat at on the pew and cried my sufferings. I know God is listening to me. I know he will hear my prayers. I need Damon in my life. I need my Daddy! I love him, and that won’t ever change.

The doctor nodded to him and went inside the surgery room. Prince was taking rounds outside the operation theater in trepidation. All these years he had killed many people being a mafia leader. But today for the first time he was experiencing what it does when someone loses their loved ones. He had never prayed to the Almighty. Nevertheless today for the first time he went to the nearby church and knelt before the cross to pray for his daughter's life.

A side street, perhaps, or a driveway. Peter no longer prayed in silence. He recited the words out loud. New vibrations filled the hub as the bus drove over loose ground. “Our Father, who art in Heaven!” He saw his mother beside him, screaming the words along with him. Every stab of pain she’d inflicted was worth it to have her here. To think that he’d spent so much time pouring energy into wordplay when prayer was the only verse he’d ever need. Julia dropped onto her side. She put her fingers in her mouth, bit down. Her left hand cradled her stomach.

You redirected death, the darkness corrected. Saving is a different concept. Something in Sipho cracked then—not loudly, not completely. Just enough to let grief leak through. “How many?” He asked. The darkness answered with devastating gentleness. As many as it takes. --- From that day on, Sipho stopped pretending prayer and blood belonged to different worlds. He attended church with Lerato, standing beside her while hymns filled the air, his hands folded reverently. People smiled at him, unaware of how tightly the darkness was wrapped around his heart.

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.

The occasion from eight years ago flitted into my mind. 'A palm slid Into mine with soft precision, intertwining our fingers. ''Why do you always do that?'' I asked, motioning to our hands, an involuntary blush coating my cheeks. Blue eyes met mine, the seriousness in them robbing me of breath. "They say our fates are written on our palms. I want ours to intertwine in every way possible, Marena." Sigh. He'd always said the sweetest things. But accusing me to be the spawn of a murderer wasn't sweet.

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