tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23578364364769979992011-04-21T20:02:11.886-07:00More than just the length, number of pages, characters and structure, a story should have what is called the 'value' which makes it worth reading and sharing. The power of a story doesnt just hinge on how it is written but on how it's able to touch lives, create perceptions, move changes, among others no matter how short and simple it is. The stories posted here are text messages I got from my friends. They are stories with the sense that any literary piece should have.mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-28682386591678984802008-10-02T15:34:00.000-07:002008-10-02T15:37:09.078-07:00I don't do good things just for the sake of<br /><br />GOOD IMPRESSION<br /><br />I don't even give a damn for <br /><br />TURN ON'S AND TURN OFF'S<br /><br />I preferred to be seen at my<br /><br />WORST ATTITUDE<br /><br />Not to be disliked or disgusted but...<br /><br />TO BE ACCEPTED DESPITE HAVING THE MOST TERRIBLE PERSONALITY ONE COULD HAVE.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-2868238659167898480?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-26833888080765992552008-10-02T15:32:00.000-07:002008-10-02T15:34:06.643-07:00I was a little gloomy and my mom asked if I have a wound that she may attend to them. I touched my chest and said, "there's no blood coming out but why does it hurt here?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-2683388808076599255?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-60489544529510431162008-08-07T12:26:00.000-07:002008-08-07T12:36:54.296-07:00(Monologue)<br /><br />I can't week for the rest of my life. Because I wasn't born to feel the pain all the time. Someday, I'll find courage to let everyboy know that my real purpose if to love and not to cry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-6048954452951043116?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-60853837921297306762008-04-12T00:46:00.000-07:002008-04-12T00:50:20.278-07:00A sailor was stuck in an island alone. He was the only survivor.<br /><br />He made a hut for his shelter. day and nioght he prayed and waited for someone to rescue him but no one came. He stored food in the hut for his survival but one day the hut burned to ashes and nothing was left of it. He was so angry. He said...<br /><br />"God, why have you done this to me?"<br /><br />The next morning, rescuers came.<br /><br />He asked, "how did you know im here?"<br /><br />They replied, "we saw a smoke signal."<br /><br />Trust him. When misfortune happens, his plans are always greater than ours.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-6085383792129730676?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-33903051863621868662008-04-12T00:41:00.000-07:002008-04-12T00:45:37.857-07:00A miner struck gold and carried his bah of nuggets everywhere he went.<br /><br />When he died, an angel from heaven asked him why he was carrying asphalt.<br /><br />"It's not asphalt. It's gold," he replied.<br /><br />The angel said...<br /><br />"On earth, it's called gold. But here in heaven, we use it to pave our streets." (rev2 1:21)<br /><br />What we value the most here on earth may not be worth a cent in heaven.<br /><br />Be sure you prioritize the right things in life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-3390305186362186866?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-13464638884609259712008-03-03T04:31:00.000-08:002008-03-03T04:35:25.442-08:00One day, I asked God for a bunch of beautiful flowers. But instead, He gave me a cactus with thorns.<br /><br />Later, I asked Him to give me butterflies. But instead, He gave me worms.<br /><br />I was disappointed and I wept.<br /><br />But a few days after, I have notices that the cactus bloomed with beautiful flowes, and the worms soon became butterflies.<br /><br />God wasnts us to wait for the right time for he knows all the best that he can give.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-1346463888460925971?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-30527171407093792932008-01-22T03:38:00.000-08:002008-01-22T03:39:44.309-08:00A girl asked her boyfriend:<br /> Girl: Why do you love me?<br /> Boyfriend: I have no reason.<br /><br /> The girl didn't like it and said...<br /><br /> Girl: GIVE ME A REASON!<br /> Boyfriend: OK... kasi ou're beautiful, caring, and really attractive.<br /> The girl was satisfied.<br /><br /> One day, she got sick and looked terribly thin, pale, and weak.<br /><br /> Girl: Do you still love me?<br /> Boyfriend: Now that you're not pretty and attractive, do i have the<br /> the reason to love you?<br /> The girl cried...<br /> The boy held her hands and said:<br /> Boyfriend: Now you understand? LOVE DON'T NEED REASONS.<br /> I LOVE YOU... PLEASE NEVER AGAIN ASK ME WHY...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-3052717140709379293?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-91942666768992646772008-01-13T03:52:00.001-08:002008-01-13T03:52:33.589-08:00A two-year old saying his prayer...<br /><br />"Dear God, bless my mommy and my daddy. Bless my friends and bless me. And take care of yourself because if anything happens to you, we'll be in big trouble."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-9194266676899264677?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-85896428565036139862007-12-23T04:14:00.001-08:002007-12-23T04:17:04.438-08:00The thread asked the candle,<br /><br />'why do you dissolve yourself when I burn?'<br /><br />Candle said,<br /><br />'you're in my heart. If you suffer, I'm bound to shed tears for you.'<br /><br />That's friendship.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-8589642856503613986?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-60290494145788867282007-12-23T04:10:00.000-08:002007-12-23T04:12:33.980-08:00A little boy was asked what forgiveness is...<br /><br />He said,<br /><br />'it is the fragrance that flowers give when they are crushed.'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-6029049414578886728?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-66813246503693249702007-12-23T04:02:00.000-08:002007-12-23T04:05:28.829-08:00A swimmer went to practice one night. The lights were off, only the moonlight was bright. He climbed up to the highest diving board, turned his back to the pool and extended his arms out. He noticed his shadow formed a cross shape. Instead of diving, he knelt down and cried out to God to come into his life. Suddenly, someone walked in and turned the lights on. He cried even more when he saw that the pool was drained for repairs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-6681324650369324970?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357836436476997999.post-76854270987210203972007-12-23T03:03:00.000-08:002007-12-23T03:59:09.645-08:00A five year-old boy went to the pharmacy and asked the pharmacist,<br /><br />'this is the only money I have, can I buy some miracles?'<br /><br />The pharmacist was confused with what the boy asked and asked back,<br /><br />'why?'<br /><br />The boy answered...<br /><br />'Coz the doctor said that only miracles can save my mom. Can I buy them here?'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357836436476997999-7685427098721020397?l=shorteststoriesever.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mistergodthisisannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093681142933872369noreply@blogger.com0