Bible Heroes, Creative Writing Ficlet Project

Rahab smiled softly as she held the sleeping babe to her bosom. Her newborn son– Boaz– was the son of a prince of Judah, Salmon by name. She still hummed the tune she had sung to the babe as she had bounced it and rocked it to sleep. Tears of joy sprang to her eyes as she looked upon the fat-cheeked, rosy little baby in wonder, her heart full of emotion. How could she have ever known that such happiness would ever be hers?  How could she have ever known that  she – once a harlot, scorned and mistreated by men, many several times her age– would ever be loved? She had grown up in Jericho, almost a street-rat. Her father had been a hopeless drunk, and her family had fallen into desperate poverty as a result. Her mother had tried to keep the family going, but the little money they came across would be squandered on drink by their witless father, leaving the family almost begging in the streets. The children were left in rags, in the worst rooms the city could offer. This state of ...

It had been one hundred and three days exactly since the flood had come upon the earth. Noah knew. He had been keeping count. And still, there was no sign of the waters abating. He had watched the clouding of the sky, for the first time in history, with an awestruck, trembling, thudding heart. The rolling dark grey had overspread the brilliant blue he had known all his life. It felt like night had fallen suddenly, or like a curtain being drawn across the vast skies, as the sun was hidden from sight behind a boiling mass of angry clouds. His family had huddled together - the clashing of the thunder and flashing of the lightning was something new and terrifying to them all. Each thunder clap fell like the crashing of cymbals on their terrified ears. More fearful than the roaring storm, however, were the screams and sobs from without the ark. The ceaseless banging on the outer shell of the wood of the ark. The curses, the apologies, the cries to be let in. The wailing of the terrified mob...