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"Oh my, I never thought you'd be interested in knowing all these boring facts about a couple old timers like us, Sunny" Gran said as Pops dosed in his recliner. "Well," Sunny said, "I am doing a report for the school newspaper, I'm practicing for after college when I get a job at the Canton, Herald newspaper. The report lays out the facts about how the idea and concept of marriage has changed over time, and other methods...
This story is dedicated to Jay Dmer!! Thank you so much for giving me the incredible idea of the character Judas Lee Camaleo!!! Link to her page: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/jay-dmer/***Ding.A notification popped on my phone from a social media app. Oh, jeez. Not another hater.
Being the kind of kid born and raised in a church (quite literally, he popped out mid-sermon Christmas Eve, to Jesus jokes galore), the last thing he can admit to his parents is that he is gay. He's seen what happens, exiled off to conversion camp, to bleed the gay out them.
He's not the real Jesus. He's not bleeding nothing for nobody.
His parents have tried setting him up with the girls at church. They co...
I could have never believed it. What I saw, what we all saw, was unlike anything we had ever seen before.
I looked at the man Moses, holding up his staff, calm resolve written in every line of his body. I knew that my mouth was agape, but I couldn't seem to close it. What had been the Red Sea was now two walls of water, and in between: a path of dry land. A path to run from the Egyptians.
Being good Southern Baptists, we went to church three times a week, twice on Sundays and once on Wednesdays just for extra heavenly brownie points. I don’t remember ever missin’ church on a Sunday and rarely on Wednesday’s brush-up session.
Everyone I knew went to church. I don’t believe I knew a single child who didn’t belong to some kind of church. In Alabama, that is just the way things were. Most eve...
The Countdown- Day 8
I started my day as she always had, drawing water from the communal well to help my mother prepare the morning meal. The two buckets seem heavier today. I could feel them pulling down on the opposite ends of the beam that was balanced on my shoulders.
Why do I always have to get the water? I'm thirteen now, I've got my whole ...
Every morning it's the same ole' story, the same ole' song and dance, (as some people might say). You'd think that after 43 years I would have moved on buy now. Nope it's just me, all by myself, no kid, no husband, no marriage, no grandbaby to take over to Mom and Pops'. I got me a house, I work in my garden, (even though it's getting cold,) but nothing exciting comes around these days. Well, I guess I 'oughtta' coun...
During rousing John Philip Sousa music, the TV screen interrupted the Independence Day Fireworks Celebration with “Special Report” in the largest blue font possible on a red background. Soon the screen switched to the news anchorman in a dark blue suit with a red, white, and blue striped tie. At the news desk, he stared straight at the camera while speaking.
“I am Jaden Kelley, your news anchorman here...
Marcie hurriedly left her house as she often does to get to her teaching job. You would think after twenty years that she would be more efficient at getting herself ready and out of the house. She jumps into her car, starts it up and quickly backs out of her driveway. Once on her way, she allows herself to slow down, take a deep breath and take notice of the day. It is mid-October, so dawn has arrived, and she is still a...
(Warning: this is going to happen, however the story is somewhat an exhortation and the scenes are his own prospect.)
“The END IS NEAR!” The news reporter introduced with a bang that startled me like I was a focused kitten.
It has always been. I wonder who the sources were, I tap my chin intermittently with my brows furrowed at the screen.
“Millions of people have been reporte...
No warning, just the sound of Trumpet buzzing in the ears of those who hear it. No one knew when it was going to happen. We were warned and told to be prepared for when the Day has come we may be sent up to the glorious land where he reigns and resigns. In less than a wink of an eye, they would disappear and be gone. Living a life so peaceful and beyond anything in the world. Gold streets and mansions that exceed those on earth. His throne- polished and shiny. The highest place imaginable. Full of peace and joy. No ...
“Welcome to Day Spring Nursing Home- Where we are family.”Last night's snowfall blankets the ground, ‘ Snow,’ I mumbled under my breath, trampling across the walkway toward the building, ‘ Home” I chuckle, reading the sign above the door. ‘Yeah, welcome home,’ the glass doors opening-up to the smell of stale air .’ And the buzzing of bells echoing through the already crowded hallways. ‘Busy little bees.’ I mused, unzipping my jacket, mentally preparing for another day of work. It’s a sense of urgency that ...
*14th Nisan, about 1450BC**Goshen, Ancient Egypt*Young Eleazar sat huddled beside his mother, Elisheba, on the passover table.He could feel a certain terror lurking, hovering beyond the borders of their bloodied door, ever ready to pounce upon its unsuspecting victim.His mind could not fully fathom why they were up at night, fully clothed and eating this queer meal.His heart had been shattered when they had slain his best lamb, Korban, that evening.
Cameraman 3, Dan Cheselford, felt like he was going to throw up. He paced around the small room they had placed him in, to go over the script before it was time to go on air.
Go on air?
How was that going to work? He was the one who put others on air, not the one smiling into the lights. His lips felt numb. Were they still there? He patted them to make sure.
Dan's boss, Alan Tideman, had assured him...
Short Story_ The Tsunami
“Breaking News” the tv said in red on and off, “Mom what’s the breaking news” my heart pounding in my chest. Breaking News’s are never good, there’s always something bad that will come from it. “Let me take a look” my mom replied sweating while turning on the news channel. “We’re on air” whispered the news Filmer. “Hello fellow San Francisco residents, today we have br...
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