Moses Falls: a short story by Naomi Blum

In honor of Christmas, I have decided to let my youngest sister share her short story today.  The story was written about the village Mom puts up every Christmas.  Enjoy and have a very Merry Christmas!!

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It is the afternoon of Christmas Eve in the busy village of Moses Falls. To begin my little story, I must explain the curious origin of the name of the quaint little village.

You see, at the top of a very large hill is a huge boulder, and out of this rock, seemingly from nowhere, comes a small, clear, waterfall. Of course, at the moment the frozen waterfall is now a beautiful backdrop to a large ice-skating rink.

According to the story, the founders of the town came upon the little waterfall in a small clearing in the woods. They were at the top of the hill close to the waterfall, and it was very obvious that the source of the water was from the rock.

Moses Falls

Moses Falls

As the story goes, some of the pioneer’s wives had been grumbling about the shortage of water and food on the journey. Upon seeing the water flowing down from the rock, the husband of the most vocal complainer turned to her and said,

“Well, looky thar! God done sent you a message to stop complainin’, or maybe you won’t be gettin’ to the promised land at’all.” Continue reading

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Yahweh Saves

This story was written from a challenge given by a Holy Worlds member.  The challenge was to write a 1,000+ word short story based off the picture below.  With no further ado, my short story:

Water Elemental

Yahweh Saves

by Faith Blum

 

This story starts in the middle of a true story that can be found in the book of Exodus. For more background information, please read Exodus 3-13. This story is a re-telling of the parting of the Red Seas as found in Exodus 14. The only differences being that this story is fictionalized and is written from the perspective of an imaginative young boy.

Ehud stared at the cloud ahead of him. The cloud had led the group of former slaves everyday since they had left Egypt. Moses most assuredly knew what he was doing. Yahweh was leading them away from slavery at last! Ehud skipped with a gaiety he had rarely felt before.

“Abba?” he looked up at his father.

“Yes, my son?” Jonas smiled down at the eager young lad.

“When do we reach the promised land?”

“Not for many months, Ehud. You must be patient. These things take time.”

Ehud nodded in agreement even as he sighed his disappointment. He ran along the outer edge of the group of travelers. There were so many! People, cattle, sheep, oxen, camels, donkeys. It was overwhelming to his senses. Especially his sense of smell. He wrinkled up his nose as he passed a pile of animal waste.

Where would he ever find his friend, Uriah? His head swiveled back and forth, searching, searching. Where was he? Ehud heard a shout. He whipped his head around, trying to see where it had come from.

“Ehud!” the shout came again. This time the shout was closer. Ehud’s face lit up in a grin.

“Uriah! I thought I’d never be able to find you.”

“You have to come see this, Ehud,” the taller boy said as he grabbed his friend’s hand. “There is a sea. A big one up there. Moses said the cloud leading us is headed straight for the sea.”

“But if we go to the sea, how are we supposed to cross it?”

Uriah shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. It Does not really matter, anyway.”

Ehud’s worried look changed into a smile. He tilted his head to the left. “True. El-Shaddai brought us this far and He is leading us all the way to the sea. I am sure He will figure out a way to get across the sea.” Continue reading