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PropheticHugs
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Into: AOC stands for Army Of Christ. My main charactors represent people , like us, who struggle in the same spiritual war everyday. It does include love, but it also includes comedy. So brace yourself, this is my next big thing. And yet, my first in this VERY forums. Thanks for taking your very much beloved time to read my fiction. Please enjoy and comment.And please forgive my ridiculous speilling habits! 
(all creative ideas and charactors in this story belong to PropheticHugs. If you want to use them or add them to your own fics, please ask permission first.)
INTRO:
She hurried down the aisle to assist the spiritfilled prophet in his work. People she knew were getting healed, finally having their much wanted breakthrough. But also, some of them needed to be caught as they fell, filled so drunken on the holy ghost. "O, I'm not drunk as you suppose!" The prophet declared into the mic, stepping over those he had just spoke deliverence into. Jay quickly covered a hefty woman, whose hands shoke violently as her tounge announced freedom, with a modesty blanket. She brushed her burgindy choppy bangs from her eyes, sweat dripping from her forehead. The congregation was hopping, and the holy spirit was moving swiftly.
Jay Stonz was a normal 21 year old young woman. Normal in her book was more then you, my good friend would expect. Her heart saved, her spirit saved, and all she had to offer was to God. Every breath she took in, every step she took, was against the devil. The one who had once taken everything away, and still was to the ones she loved. Appearence-wise, well, its what the doctor ordered. She wasn't extreamly enthusiastic about her body, but she wasn't loathful either. Not fat, not skinny, but enough to where no size pants were the right size pants. She was short, with hips and curves strecthing out. Long burgindy hair sloped down her back, framing her flawless face and navy blue eyes. It wasn't much, but its what she had.
Settling herself back in the pew, she noticed the prophet coming her way. His eyes on fire. Face red from the rising heat. "Stand up, God's child." He pointed to her. A thousand fish swam through er vains at once. Her heart pounded uncontrollably. "I see birds......" The prophet said looking into her eyes. "a little jay bird...." God's people clapped and praised Jesus. "this little jay bird knows how to sing.....don't you keep it in Jay.....oh I see missions. I see-." He stopped and looked away. Jay clasped her fingers over her mouth, weeping. Indeed, she could sing. But the dark thoughts told her otherwise. She watched the prophet walk over to a young man further in the crowd, not too far from her pew. He was handsome, ebony hair slicked forward. Immense eyes she could see from her seat. She'd never ecognized him before.
"what is your name, sir?" He asked the young man. "....Ray Ferin." Ray replied "Ray, I'd like you to meet this young woman. You two are gonna be wokring with eachother on missions." The prophet led him down the aisle by his hand amd introduced him to Jay. "What was you're name by the way?" The prophet asked. "Jay, sir." "My MY! You hear that folks!? Her name's Jay. I like that, Ray and Jay. I see it..Army of Christ International. You two are warriors, come out here miss Jay." He layed hands on both of them, ushers standing behind ready to catch if either fell. As the Prophet prayed, Jay saw a vision. A place, with children. So many children. She felt the holy spirit radiating off her neighbor, and she fell. Down she went, covering her eyes, she only wept at God's feet. This was the begining of something amazing in her life.
The first chapter will soon come. Please don't be bored. The next chapter willm ake up for that. Al beginings got a little explaining to do.
(all creative ideas and charactors in this story belong to PropheticHugs. If you want to use them or add them to your own fics, please ask permission first.)
"Being Part of The AOCI"
By: ProphetcHugs
INTRO:
She hurried down the aisle to assist the spiritfilled prophet in his work. People she knew were getting healed, finally having their much wanted breakthrough. But also, some of them needed to be caught as they fell, filled so drunken on the holy ghost. "O, I'm not drunk as you suppose!" The prophet declared into the mic, stepping over those he had just spoke deliverence into. Jay quickly covered a hefty woman, whose hands shoke violently as her tounge announced freedom, with a modesty blanket. She brushed her burgindy choppy bangs from her eyes, sweat dripping from her forehead. The congregation was hopping, and the holy spirit was moving swiftly.
Jay Stonz was a normal 21 year old young woman. Normal in her book was more then you, my good friend would expect. Her heart saved, her spirit saved, and all she had to offer was to God. Every breath she took in, every step she took, was against the devil. The one who had once taken everything away, and still was to the ones she loved. Appearence-wise, well, its what the doctor ordered. She wasn't extreamly enthusiastic about her body, but she wasn't loathful either. Not fat, not skinny, but enough to where no size pants were the right size pants. She was short, with hips and curves strecthing out. Long burgindy hair sloped down her back, framing her flawless face and navy blue eyes. It wasn't much, but its what she had.
Settling herself back in the pew, she noticed the prophet coming her way. His eyes on fire. Face red from the rising heat. "Stand up, God's child." He pointed to her. A thousand fish swam through er vains at once. Her heart pounded uncontrollably. "I see birds......" The prophet said looking into her eyes. "a little jay bird...." God's people clapped and praised Jesus. "this little jay bird knows how to sing.....don't you keep it in Jay.....oh I see missions. I see-." He stopped and looked away. Jay clasped her fingers over her mouth, weeping. Indeed, she could sing. But the dark thoughts told her otherwise. She watched the prophet walk over to a young man further in the crowd, not too far from her pew. He was handsome, ebony hair slicked forward. Immense eyes she could see from her seat. She'd never ecognized him before.
"what is your name, sir?" He asked the young man. "....Ray Ferin." Ray replied "Ray, I'd like you to meet this young woman. You two are gonna be wokring with eachother on missions." The prophet led him down the aisle by his hand amd introduced him to Jay. "What was you're name by the way?" The prophet asked. "Jay, sir." "My MY! You hear that folks!? Her name's Jay. I like that, Ray and Jay. I see it..Army of Christ International. You two are warriors, come out here miss Jay." He layed hands on both of them, ushers standing behind ready to catch if either fell. As the Prophet prayed, Jay saw a vision. A place, with children. So many children. She felt the holy spirit radiating off her neighbor, and she fell. Down she went, covering her eyes, she only wept at God's feet. This was the begining of something amazing in her life.
The first chapter will soon come. Please don't be bored. The next chapter willm ake up for that. Al beginings got a little explaining to do.
