Day’s Verse:
Therefore, prepare your minds for action, keep sober in spirit, fix your hope completely on the grace to be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ. As obedient children, do not be conformed to the former lusts which were yours in your ignorance, but like the Hole One who called you, be holy yourselves in all your behavior
1 Peter 1:13-15

Some more 50-word stories:

Embankment Tube Station

Fresh from the plane, American confident, bright tourist’s eyes absorb London. Confident: through the stile, reading the angular map, platform choosing, cryptic arrow following.
“You sure you’ll be alright, mate?”
“Sure.” Confident!
Train whooshes up, doors open, bodies press forward. The American steps—catches—falls—zaps. Didn’t mind the gap.

It’s A Girl

Gloved, masked, white coats combine basic ingredients and manipulate building blocks. Down the line, nutrient soup fills vats in which workers tend products. Line’s end, months after the first pieces bond, an inspector checks each item—ten fingers, ten toes, nose, mouth, two eyes, gender. Genes match parents’ specs. Next.

The Worst Week

Rushing wind buffeted the base jumper. He peered at traffic below. Highest leap yet, perfect timing. Let him momentarily forget agony of breakup and job loss. Horrible week. Jump to clear his head.

Steeling himself—stepping up—falling—arms, legs air splayed. Adrenaline rushing. Ground nearing. This time, no parachute.

A Sobering Experience (Not Coffee or Cold Air)

Great night. BAC sky-high, euphoria higher. Twenty new best friends crowd around, waiting for keys to fumble from puzzling pockets (pockets weren’t puzzling before).

Around the city, howling hilarity whirls. Perfectly in control.

Pedestrian? Where? Unexpected meaty thump. Blood. Hilarity dying. An arm beneath the wheel twitches once, stills.

Talk the Talk, Walk the Walk

Women screaming, picketed across streets, waving warring signs:


Behind one line, a medical building looms: Women’s Health Centre. Doctors slip patients out rear doors. Shades drawn, doors locked despite business hours.

Sign-waving escalates: sticks, rocks, a gun. Bam. Pro-life behind bars for murder.

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