Renee Y. Brown- “Here it is, folks! Just as you remember it, with all the laughter, all the tears… all the glory and all the gory… all the sex and all the slaughter… all the love and all the loathing… this is the show you can’t miss, the one you can’t ignore because you were all in it! “
If a messiah was born in Bethlehem today, how would we know, and how would we react to his birth?
The child wanted to know about the detestable bird although the grandmother warned the name was never to be mentioned.
The Late Mitchell Warren’s short story “God Lives in a Car Lot” is a splice of life piece discussing theism, agnosticism and atheism. All three collide inside a second hand car lot, somewhere around the year 2001.
For a long time Randon just watched the boy from the corner of his eye. Sizing him up. Unsure of what the boy might do if frightened. Mostly though, he was trying to figure out if the boy was worth helping. It wasn’t like he had a backup plan should the boy eat up all his food. Hell. Maybe the boy would have been food if he had been more than flesh vacuum sealed over bones.
Karla Fetrow: When the nights are long and cold in the far north, there is a madness that seizes you. It doesn’t come without warning. It has a form and it creeps upon you slowly.
Randon was a Patriot, that’s what they called him now. Like it was some dirty word. Branded a Patriot like someone would brand a witch, and hunted like one too. In his life long passed he was a full fledged member of The Council of Twenty, but he worked his way up to it, and she knew every little dirty secret he ever had. Every underhanded, sneaky, and terrible thing he’d ever done, willfully, or by complete chance. She called him the man with the overactive pen.
“In a couple weeks, however, he was well enough to go about his life. At least he would have something interesting to talk about if he ever saw another living being again.”