PLB Stories presents: David- How big is your stomach 1?

The PLB stories are a blend of God-inspired Bible stories, revelations and fiction (literature license). So seat back, relax, cappuccino and read away!






David had spent much of his youth running, fleeing, escaping from Saul's ever-advancing troop of soldiers who'd been charged with one sole purpose, one sole mission statement, that is- THE ANNAHILATION OF DAVID.


It's been years since David last saw his family. His dad must be worry sick. His mum, he tried not to think too much of her, he knew she'd be completely heartbroken by now. His brothers were supposedly in the army but he wasn't sure if they were in the section which Saul had appointed to come against him. His wives, they were probably with his mum now, grieving together what they already predicted would be the demise of David. His childhood friends,... only faint memories still existed in his mind of them. For some years now, his friends had been these guys he met while fleeing and for some reason beyond him had decided to flee and fight with him.


Thoughts and thoughts and thoughts bombarded his mind everyday. Especially around this time of the evening. He was certain it was around this time that these thoughts came yesterday and the day before that as well. Tiresome thoughts, made him almost hate that he was still alive. "But whoever that could've survived all these terror I've been through has to know that his life must mean much to God" David thought. He felt some adrenaline juice up from within him at that very thought.


David never went anywhere without his harp, he'd been fleeing with his harp, twas one of his most precious possessions. He had grown up with this harp... He crafted it him self one sunny afternoon as he tended to his father's sheep some years ago. He'd made some absolutely beautiful sounds with it over the years. He loved his music, which was really a chronicle and diary of his life- what he thought about God, about life, about love, about light (yes, light).


His neighbour who worked at the palace was one of his greatest fans... always had so much praise for his music. The same man had recommended him to the King when the king was awfully sick of some strange sickness. Some said it was depression, some said it was a demon, some said it was simply too much thinking and the king needed some nice music to help him rest (different tabloids with their different perspectives)... To be continued.

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Written by- Ologbonori Olamide (Pastor Lams😎)