Here’s another original short story. I wrote this when I was in high school. It’s famous. (And by famous I mean some of my family has read it and loved it)
I was sitting alone in a room called my mind. I was at a desk, trying to file all the busy thoughts that traveled through there when I became aware of a man approaching. He was decently dressed, wearing a sweater and khaki’s. He came and stood in front of my desk and smirked at me in a demeaning way. He said, “I have acquired great knowledge. I possess the wisdom of how things run in this world. I could think circles around you. I could ace tests you wouldn’t even know where to start on. I am smarter than you.”
I laughed and said, “Satan, I no longer feel threatened by someone greater than me, for God is the greatest of them all. He is the author of wisdom and the creator of this world.”
The man’s face fell and he disappeared.
Some time later, another approached me. His countenance was far different from the first man’s. His clothes were torn and thin, his head drooped and his face a constant frown. He came before me and said, “I have suffered greatly in my life. Always was I humble and loving, putting others before myself, but all I received was mistreatment. I have yet to know happiness.” Then he raised his head to look at me.
I smiled and said, “Satan, you cannot threaten me with someone who is meeker or more humble than I, for Christ, in all His meekness, humbly came and made himself lower than the angels to die and bear my sins.”
The man crumpled and left me.
I again returned to my work. I soon heard the sharp clicking of a high-heeled shoe and looked up to see a woman approaching. She was gorgeous in every way. Her eyes were tender and her voice soft when she spoke. I stood as she approached me. “I offer you love. I will always love you and you can hold me and I will never leave. There will be romance and love- what you’ve always wanted.”
I smiled a little and then sat back down saying, “I am surprised, Satan, that you tempt me with love, for God is love and you could never be anything like Him. All the romance I will ever need is in the pursuit of Him, and the only arms I will ever need are the ones He has wrapped around me.”
The woman sneered viciously and became ugly as she faded away.
I looked upward with an expression of love and gratitude and returned to my work.
Soon I heard large, angry footsteps hastily approaching. I quickly looked up to see a very strong man. He towered over my desk and his every muscle rippled. He said, “I am your worst nightmare! I will crush you. I am stronger than you in every way. You will know fear!” He reached across my desk and grabbed me by the throat, flinging me across the room.
I stood, broken and smiling saying, “Satan, I do not fear you, for God has given me a spirit of power, love and a sound mind. Nor can you hurt me, for in my weakness, He is strong. When I become less, He becomes greater in me.”
A look of horror came across the strong man’s face. I smiled and walked towards him. “In fact, you are nothing. You are not smart or great, meek or humble, loving or romantic, nor are you big and strong! You are weak, small and pathetic. For God has triumphed over you! He has defeated you and your slave called Death. He has taken dominion over you. You live beneath His feet. He is God of my life, Lord of everything and my King. He lives in me and you cannot come near me! You cannot be where light is, so crawl away back to your hole. Slither away, you serpent!”
I saw the strong man shrink into a man no more than an inch tall. And a large foot came down and crushed him into dust.
Then Jesus entered my room. He smiled so warmly and said, “I love you.” Then he grabbed my hand and we sat down at the desk together.