Creative Writing: Night At Home

wanted to go clothes shopping with the money she got from her Christmas. They usually didn't

“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found, was blind but now I see.”

“ One of his closest friends, 94-year old Rev. Robert Lee Jr., visited Morris and recalled to Concordia Sentinel editor Stanley Nelson in 2008: “Only the bottom of his feet weren't burned. He was horrible to look at.” Morris survived for four days in the local hospital, then died.” Some people think that they got down into the water and then they rafted to a boat that picked them up and took them down the ocean. Well you might be wondering how did the boat know?

To be a successful church the author states that the church should function and relate to the people’s culture that the church is located within.

So, I accepted Kelly’s generous offer to go with her and Karlie on Sunday. My excitement to see the similarities and differences between my own religious views and the Baptist’s grew. I was also a bit nervous for the same reason.

her to "take a ride" with him in his car. She had seen this man the night before staring at her in the

would turn and a ship would pass his way, or to go up the mountain,

Sarah Good and Sarah Osborn were taken into questioning near the Nathaniel Ingersoll’s Tavern the very next day. During the trials evidence could be admitted in different ways. The first step in the process is when they’re accused they had to recite the Lord’s Prayer.

she hadn’t been there.” It appeared to be as though she went to this each Sunday event that it

there he was, still watching her. He wagged a finger and laughed and said, ‘Gonna get

But that was when my mom suggested visiting a portable church, inside a local movie theater to be specific. The church I had grown up in was large and extremely conservative. I had grown accustomed to the rows of wooden pews that creaked every time a person shifted their position, and the beautiful stain windows that sparkled when the light hit them at the right angle. The thought of stepping inside a worldly building that smelled like buttered popcorn and had sticky floors to worship was not only an uncomfortable thought but also it felt disgraceful.

My mother had often told me how much fun she had when she went to the

Then it fell on a holy day that this goodwife took her to the church

Every Sunday, after church, her father would bring her and her siblings to the park near their house and play with them until her mother was finished making lunch for the family.

The cold winter breeze is penetrating my skin; I feel the chill in my bones and start to shiver out of control. As I am lying down in the lawn of my home, all I can see is parts of the garden in the moonlight. I gather my last bit of strength and get up to knock the front door of my home again. There is still no response from my father. Hunger is driving my actions as I try to break-in and fail again and again. With no other options left I decide to go break the window near the door with a stone and try to open the door from the inside. After breaking the window, I can see my mother is still lying down in the floor and I try shouting to wake her up. There is no response from her at all. I feel the dizziness spreading in my head. As I try to unlock the door through the window opening, I feel the lights shutting down inside me and I fall down to the