I hope y'all like this. I wouldn't exactly call this a fiction, because, even though if is not a real story, it is not a fantasy I guess I'm trying to say. So anyways, please critique! It's not that long so it doesn't take that long. I got the inspiration and wrote it in about ten minutes. Give me ideas though, please. If there's something that ought to be changed I will do it. (You can edit these after they're posted, right?) anyways, I hope you enjoy.

Suffering of the body was the thing I had escaped from. But the agony of mind, of my conscience was far worse. I had thought I knew myself better. But in the face of the king of terrors, with the thought of an agonizing death, I had cowed in fear, and after three long fearful weeks, I had renounced all I had ever stood for. Now I was free. But from what? My torment seemed so much the greater. My thoughts were for suicide. I had held the very tool with which to kill myself, when I realized that my suffering was nothing compared to my saviors. How I wanted to be accepted among the flock again and looked over by the shepherd. But doubt was ever before me. How could I come back? I had run from the shepherd in the very time I needed him most. I had betrayed those that had loved me and encouraged me. But, ever in my mind, before my eyes, on the pages of the book I held, I saw the words, again and again 'I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee' (Hebrews 13:5) my eyes watered and the words multiplied and filled the pages, and I begged God for forgiveness. So it was, that in another month, my faith was tried, and with a prayer in my heart, I went to my death rejoicing that I was counted worthy to suffer for his name. (Acts 5:41) and the suffering on earth was but a moment in the presence of a holy and perfect God.