Writing Prompt 15 Fav TV star gets saved

[jacks girl]

Ok... Take your favorite TV Character and take him or her to the alter to get saved. Work this out however you want it don't really have to be an alter or even in a church. Include as many characters from TV shows that you want people or dogs. I'm trying to redeem us from having dead bodies all over the place. LOL LOL of course I'm joking.

500 words or under. Give yourself a treat from the fridge if you can use these words.

Christian
Highway
Include the name of the show your character is from.
Jury
Twelve

[jacks girl]

I"m so happy with this. i knew that i was gong to write about Elliot Stabler but wasn't sure where i would go with it. I'm saving this it may become fan fiction some time


LAW & ORDER
Elliot Stabler
500 words

The rain was pouring down it made it hard to watch the apartment. The perp was there he could feel it. Elliot wanted to get Fitch and get him before a jury. Twelve people would put him away for a long, time. Now all he had to do was catch him in the act.

Working to keep Law and Order on the streets was hard work and Elliot knew his wife was after him to go to church this Sunday. He knew down deep she was right and the Lord was dealing with him the last few weeks. It would be hard to be a CHRISTIAN and do his job and that was part of the reason he'd been putting it off.

The door opened and once again his heart sank as he watched a man step out, kiss his wife and go to work. It wasn't Fitch, but it was the right car. He called to let the prescient trace the license to see when the perp traded cars. They were so close but all of the work they'd done was down the tubes.

After his call to the station he headed home, it was hard to see the rain was coming down and after a few moments he realized some of his blurred vision was from his own eyes. He pulled off the HIGHWAY and leaned over the steering wheel. The tears were coming hard and that knock was at his heart again.

He knew it was God calling and he knew this time he was too weak to fight the call. The prayer was easily said but it was the condition of his heart that meant more to God than the words that came pouring out.. Slowly the tears became tears of joy and he felt such a weight fall from his shoulders.

If he'd only known that such peace would flood his soul he would have done this years ago. Calling on the Lord at one of his weakest moments would be the best thing that ever happened. He couldn't wait to tell Kathy and he reach for the phone.

"No I'll wait. I wonder if she'll be able to tell by the smile on my face that I'm a changed man."

Elliot put reach his hand up to turn the wipers on and a smile came to his lips. It wasn't raining and he stopped crying and there before him stood Wesley Fitch. It was a gift to let him know he was doing the right thing. There was a young woman on Fitch's arm they were kissing and smoking pot.

It was the same MO as the last time. He'd get the girl high then take her somewhere secluded. The smile was still on Elliot's face as he called in for back-up and stepped out of his car to slap the cuffs onto Fitch. Tonight the streets would be a little bit safer and heaven would be rejoicing for a child had come home.

[kshsj777]

Good job, Jacks!

[jacks girl]

Thanks 777, are you going to join in.

[kshsj777]

No, probably not, but it is an interesting prompt.

I need to be working on Treasurebound. :)

[Tommie Lyn]

Actually, 777, doing a writing prompt story can help you with your WIP. It can help you take a fresh look, give you a burst of enthusiasm. And they're very quick to write -- only 500 words.

[Tommie Lyn]

Mr. Monk Goes to Church

Word Count: 494

Adrian Monk rearranged the towel on the rack for the seventh time.

“Monk, we don't have time for this,” Captain Stottlemeyer said. He shifted from one foot to the other, from heel to toe, his impatience burgeoning. He checked his watch. “We have thirty minutes now, thanks to--”

“Captain!” Natalie frowned and shook her head. She mouthed the words “not now.”

An explosive sigh erupted from Stottlemeyer. He crossed his arms and stalked to the window.

“I . . . I have to get this . . . this right,” Adrian stammered. And he took the towel from the rack, refolded it and replaced it.

“You got it perfect. Now, come on, we've gotta hurry.” Leland Stottlemeyer rushed across the room, took Adrian's elbow and steered him out the door and to the car.

When they hit highway, Stottlemeyer's foot got heavy and the plainclothes car hurtled past slow-moving cars in a blur of color. The line of traffic stalled behind a slow-moving truck and he smacked the steering wheel with his palm. “Can anything else go wrong today?”

He swung off the road and the car jolted and bounced down the shoulder past the stopped cars. He steered onto a side street and pulled up in front of the courthouse with only twelve minutes to spare.

The three entered the courtroom and sat on the back row just as the jury filed into their seats.

“I can't believe he'd get stuck folding that stupid towel at a time like this,” Leland whispered to Natalie.

“All rise,” the bailiff announced.

Judge Parker Adams took his seat and the proceedings resumed. He turned to the jury box. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?”

The foreman stood and addressed the judge. “We have, Your Honor.” He handed a folded paper to the bailiff who delivered it to the judge.

Judge Adams looked at the paper, removed his glasses and turned to the defendant. “Mr. Zachary. You will stand and face the jury.” He paused until Zachary was on his feet. “Foreman, you may read the verdict.”

“We find the defendant, Roland Zachary, guilty of first degree murder in the death of Trudy Monk.”

Adrian closed his eyes while tears escaped the bounds of his lids and flowed in a torrent down his cheeks. He kept his seat, lost in his own thoughts, until most of the courtroom spectators left.

“Captain?”

“Yes, Monk?”

“Would you give me a ride to Natalie's church?”

Leland and Natalie exchanged quizzical looks.

“Sure. But what for?”

“I'm ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“I brought Trudy's killer to justice. It's done. And now I'm ready to let go of the hatred I've carried in my heart all these years. I'm ready to become a Christian. I wasn't fit to accept Jesus before, but now I am.”

“But, Adrian, Jesus takes us as we are, at any time,” Natalie said.

Leland frowned at her, shook his head and mouthed the words “not now.”

[grateful]

Okay, you've done it! Made me cry with what was just supposed to be fun. MONK! My Monk. I'm just so happy he gave his heart to the Lord that I don't even mind that you stole my idea.

Of course this is just pretend.

Oh, yeah. So is Monk.

Elaine

[kshsj777]

LOL Elaine.

[Tommie Lyn]

Elaine, you can write about Monk, too....write what you'd thought of. Each of us writes our own story, and yours won't be like mine. (Besides, I wrote it so fast and ran out of words, the last thing Monk says is out-of-character, it's not like Monk....he would have said something like, "See, here's the thing...." -- am I right? LOL)

And 777, I wrote that one in 45 minutes. Surely you can spare 45 minutes from Treasure Bound....

[jacks girl]

LOL made me cry to Tommie. monk is so real to me. LOL.
Great job i loved the way you ended it with not now. So great.

i knew you would do monk. Great you get two extra treats for that one.

jacks

[Tommie Lyn]

Thanks, Jacks. Glad you like it. You and I are definitely "Monk-ers," lol. And I like Eliot Stabler best on Law and Order, too. 'Course, you knew I would, lol. We like the same things. And you did a great job with your story about him.

[jacks girl]

Thanks much I thought this one was fun but then again I'm a big tv fan lol.

Can't wait for the next one i wish more people would join in.

Jacks

[hgsunny]

Gibbs somberly drove down the highway, away from the place where Director Shephard, known affectionately as Jenny, had been murdered. He called out to God, if there was such a deity.

Call it classic Gibbs gut feeling, but he believed that God did exist. If there was a church on his way between the crime scene and headquarters, then he would stop.

He was tired of fighting; tired of pretending to be a messiah for his team. His wife and child had been murdered, then Kate, and now Jenny. What was left for him? Why should he always be the judge and jury? Maybe revenge was the Lord’s. Maybe Jethro could go back to being more of his playful old self, more jovial, like Tony, as Ducky said he once had been. No, he did not want to be the same Jethro, but a different Gibbs, a stronger one.

Sure enough, twelve miles down the road, off to one side, was the exit for First Baptist Church. He would eventually return to NCIS headquarters, but for now, he would make a detour. Gibbs went inside, found a pew, and wept. The Pastor had entered the sanctuary, looking for a hymnal, when he found Jethro. As Jethro wept, the Pastor explained how Gibbs could become a Christian. And so in a small church, Leroy Jethro Gibbs gave his heart to the Lord. He could finally release the anger he had felt over the years. He was tired of fighting. It was time for healing and renewal.