554: Johny Can Read

Everybody loves Johnny. Look at all of the things he can do! Johnny can eat! Johny can walk! Johnny can ride a bike! Johnny can fly a kite! Johnny can do jumping jacks! Johnny can color with a crayon! Johny can read! Oh, no! Somebody killed Johnny! Photo by Bianca Gasparoto on Pexels.com

536: Baby It’s Old Outside

In 1949, an Egyptian exchange student by the name of Sayyid Qutb visited a church in the town of Greeley Colorado, where he observed the church’s youth dancing to a newly released song that was taking over the airwaves. The song was “Baby It’s Cold Outside.” And Qutb watched in horror as young congregants held…

535: Good Morning, Miranda

Felicia started her car, and stepped on the gas. The engine started to roar, but the car didn’t move. Felicia put the car in gear, and stepped on the gas again. This time the car moved. “How silly of me.” Thought Felicia, as she navigated to works. “Of course I had to put the car…

527: Dream Big

I have always believed in dreaming big. So I took a ballon, and I started blowing into it. I blew, and I blew, and kept blowing. The balloon kept growing. It grew until it was the size of a paper sack, it grew until it was the size of a suitcase, it grew until it…

426: Fifteen Things This Post Could Have Been Called

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523: A Revelation In A Cornfield

Renatta was a headache. Well, technically she had a headache. “Life’s not easy for someone with my condition.” Said Renatta. Her headaches were constant, and horrible. She visited specialist after specialist, but no one could figure out why she kept getting headaches. Then, one day, Renatta was walking through her neighbor’s corn field. The pollen…

522: What I Did With The Enchilada

So there I was, sitting in the grass eating a dang big Enchilada, and this dude walks up to me with a mustache. “Whatcha doing with that mustache, dude?” I yelled at him. He was grabbing it by the handlebar and dragging it around, and I didn’t think he was being nice. He glared at…

521: After The Fire

There was nothing left. The fires had moved through and destroyed everything. In some ways they were a mercy, those fires. You never regret what is taken from you. You just soldier on, knowing that you had nothing to do with the shit hand that got dealt in your direction and trying to make the…

519: Room To Run

Jessie loved to run, especially at night. As the moon shone overhead, the sound of her hooves hitting the hard packed ground echoed through the valley. Running during the day just didn’t hold the same appeal. Try as she might, Jessie just couldn’t enjoy it. Jessie loved the night. She was a night mare. Sometimes,…