100 Word Catholic Fan Fiction: Eyes But Do Not See

“You mean he walked though the wall?” asked Beth.

“Not the wall, the Door!” answered Yolanda.

“The door nobody else can see?” quipped Rick dryly.

“Guys”, said Courtney, ” I know it sounds weird but we’ve seen lots of weird, right Pat.”

Pat grinned, as did the others, “That’s true Court, but what matters is…”,

Before another word was spoken Sir Justin strode into the room a wide smile on his face, “Ah friends!”

Rick stared dumbfounded. “He walked though the wall.”

“The door, You still don’t see it? asked Yolanda, ” Any of you?”

“Ah lass” answered Justin “BELIEVING is seeing!”

100 Word Catholic Fan Fiction: Reunited twice

“Justin, the cot’s yours” said Pat, “Stay as long as you want.”

“Many thanks friend Stripsey” For I’ve been sorely troubled.”

Pat & the others left. Yolanda trailing the rest caught the The Shining Knight eye as he sat sword in hand. “Tis good to be among friends…” he began then abruptly stopped “The door!” he cried pointing at the wall.

Wildcat gasped. “You see the door?” she exclaimed!

“See it, I’d know it anywhere” said Justin. He rose & boldly strode though.

As it closed behind him she heard a familiar voice “Welcome Sir Knight, you’ve come to confess?”

100 Word Catholic Fan Fiction: Mercy on Request

“I’ve never saw that anyone like that with the JSA” said Pat.

“When I left the room I was suddenly in bed, could I have dreamed it?” asked Yolanda

“The main thing is you’re OK” said Courtney, “We’ll watch for him.”

“Thanks Court…”, she began then pointed at the wall in disbelief. “The Door!”

“What door?” answered Pat seeing but a wall.

“You don’t see it?”

“There’s nothing there” answered Courtney.

Wildcat nodded but understood. She had not imagined The Stranger or Fr. Anastasius & knew that he was right about God’s mercy & where she could find him again.

100 Word Catholic Fan Fiction: A Confusing Price

“For your penance Wildcat you shall pray a Divine Mercy Chaplet…”, said Father Anastasius.

Yolanda was taken aback, one chaplet for killing a man?

“…and offer the merits of your next three Eucharists for Brainwave.”

“But father”, she asked confused. “I killed him, he’s dead. How can that do him any good?”

Anastasius smiled a smile of faith hope & love: “Perhaps, but daughter, can it really be that after the Lord in his love provided you the Stranger to bring you here & me the extra decades needed to hear your confession, you still doubt God’s capacity for mercy?”


Previously An Unexpected Guest, Next mercy on request.

100 Word Catholic Fan Fiction: An Unexpected Guest

The monastic cell door creaked as the white gloved hand opened it. Yolanda saw a hooded figure kneeling in prayer before an image of the Divine Mercy, As they entered a voice ancient & weak seeped from his cowl.

“Has the angel of death finally remembered me? I am ready”

“I bring not death friend Anastasius” replied the stranger, “but a penitent seeking absolution.”

The priest turned smiling melting away years, his eyes alight: “It has been many decades since I’ve confessed a hero.” Yolanda watched awestruck as new life seemed to gush into the holy venerable face. “Come child.”


Previously, the answer. Next, a confusing price.

100 Word Catholic Fan Fiction: The Answer

“Lord help me!” Yolanda prayed sobbing. “How I confess my sins if my priest won’t believe what I confess?”

“The answer is obvious Wildcat…” came a voice from behind. She turned to see a man in a black cape & hat, his face hidden in shadow at her bed’s foot “…you need a priest who will.”

“Who are you?” She gasped, “What are you doing here? How do you know who I am?”

“I am but a stranger, I go where I’m needed and few secrets are denied me” He replied offering his hand, “Come let’s answer your prayer.”


Background reference here:

Next an unexpected guest.

100 Word Fan Fiction: A Strange Unease

Captain Dietrich could not understand his unease. His mission was a complete success.

Every attempt by Troy Moffitt & their men to escape during their trip to the Reich was foiled and as left the camp commandant’s office he could see their faces fall as the Colonel informed them of his unmatched record of success while the senior POW officer looked on resigned.

He had the oddest feeling that behind that frown a mighty laugh was suppressed. “Nonsense” he told himself as the staff car exited Stalag 13 beginning his long trek back to the desert. He was just tired.

Next time Part 2 Listening Without question

100 Word Fan Fiction Challenge A lick of Paint

“Such poor copies und in wasser too.” The Gestapo man shook his head “An establishment like yours should do better Herr Maverick.”


The elderly gambler smiled “Herr Hess solders come for the gambling & the ladies, not portraits, besides if they were too good Marshall Goering might wisk them away for his collection!”


Hess refilled his glass laughing at the quip. Maverick nodded, displaying a poker face with sixty years of practice, betraying neither knowledge of the German’s mission nor that only a thin layer of watercolor separated Hess from completing his task to recover what Goering had rightfully stolen.

100 Word Fan Fiction “A Drop of Paint”

“Such poor copies und in wasser too.” The Gestapo man shook his head, “An establishment like yours should do better Herr Maverick.”

The elderly gambler smiled “Herr Hess solders come for the gambling & the ladies, not portraits, besides if they were too good Marshall Goering might whisk them away for his collection!”

Heis refilled his glass laughing at the quip. Maverick nodded, displaying a poker face with sixty years of practice, betraying neither knowledge of the German’s mission nor that only a thin layer of watercolor separated Heis from completing his task to recover what Goering had rightfully stolen.

Previously:

100 word fan fiction. “The repeated Meme”

“If Dube had been tempted by a young fraulien, that’s nature, I would have let him live, but to lose the bank plates to a alte Frau“, he laughed”, Herr Maverick that’s incompetence.”

Even with a lifetime’s practice it took effort for the old gambler to chuckle with the General who not only had revealed to him what had been sitting in his casino’s vault for days, but confirmed that while eight decades had taken most of her legendary beauty, Samantha Crawford still retained her wits, nerve, and an uncanny ability to put the men of his family at risk.