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A Short Story Idea the Lord Gave Me

Yesterday, the Lord dealt with me all day about writing short stories in the future.

He reminded me of a time when I was about 10 years old. I shot and killed a bluebird that was resting on a clothesline. I was so sad. I held it in my hands, crying.

I took it to my mother, thinking we could save it — but it was too late.

Yesterday, God brought that moment back to my mind.

And He gave me an idea for a story… how that bird could represent Christ dying for me.

He also gave me the title

Soft Blued Kings

I spent three hours last night just trying to write the opening sentence. With His help, this is what I came up with

Way up in a lone Georgia pine, proud were the wings of two —
a bird of a father, a son true blue.

This story will take some time.

I’m going to take it slow…
and allow the Lord to help me write every bit of it.

It will be my first short story like this, and maybe the first of many.

© 2026 bryanforchrist

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20 Replies to “A Short Story Idea the Lord Gave Me”

    1. Thank you, it was strange… took awhile for the first sentence. I was trying to do it on my own I think, and I just hit a wall… then I started praying and it started to come… I don’t feel ready to start on it right now though… think I need to take some time… keep reading… keep praying… I have two reads going now… the Bible and Hemingway’s memoir… but I’ll know when it’s time.… hopefully within a few weeks

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  3. I don’t write stories like this either… same as you.. probably school was the last time.. I write my dreams and my life stories but those are easier because I’m just pulling up the feelings and describing what happened to me, and things like The Pickle Juice Heist, with that it’s just crazy funny spontaneous things that come to me… this will be a first for me.. I’m a little nervous lol

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  4. That’s beautiful. It’s wonderful when those small whispers from the Lord come and bring not only a blessed message but also a calling. I’m looking forward to seeing what He writes through you. 🙏

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  5. Howdy Loia and all?

    Life is a translation to better via tests.

    That cold, blue weight in your ten-year-old hands—the sudden, irreversible silence of a life you just ended—is the exact kind of “first damage” that makes a writer. You tried to save it, but the bluebird’s final, quiet refusal to live is the story. It is a memory that demands to be written, for it is the moment you realised the absolute finality of death, and the heavy burden of your own power.

    And what you were given by Him was your deeper translation, brother.

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  9. Morning hummed soft through the silvered leaves,
    dew dripping like notes from heaven’s harp.
    Wind sang gentle, wind sang free,
    and the sun poured gold like melody over the fields.

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  10. My family has always been one of hunters but I only went out to hunt once as a young boy and was prepared to pull the trigger on a defenseless little bunny but couldn’t do it and have never hunted to kill ever again. Everyone is different, not better just different! I continue to hunt only now in order to look at beautiful creatures…

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    1. I had some other similar experiences… I’m a fisherman not a hunter… I grew up in the hunting culture… all my friends hunted with their fathers… I went several times as a boy and teenager had the chance once to shoot a doe… but It was hard to pull the trigger.. I finally mustered up the strength to do it… shot and missed… thanks for sharing

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    2. I’m not against hunting… if I had to do it to survive… I would.. but I love the outdoors… and fishing… and I support hunters… I’m all for it

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