The day after the election, 99,643 supporters of That Other Guy who didn’t have time to make it to the polls breathed a sigh of relief and said to themselves, “It’s OK since my one vote wouldn’t have mattered anyhow!”
By afternoon, the area was filling with aliens, and Tad was beginning to wonder just how they could all eat. It didn’t seem that they were expecting him to solve that problem, however, so he decided to work on problems that he could at least comprehend. The first one that came to mind was the…
As Ferdinand looked at the calculated path of the approaching asteroid, he suddenly was convinced that “improbable” and “impossible” were truly not the same thing. (Featured image by Alexander Antropov from Pixabay, with help from clipart by (monsterbraingames on openclipart.org.)
One dark and stormy night (metaphorically speaking) Alfred’s soul grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and slammed him against the wall (in a spiritual sense). “I’m your soul. We need to talk,” said Soul. “I’m pretty sure I don’t have a soul. I am a soul. I stand on Genesis 2:7 on this…
[This is a work of fiction, from my God-Talk Club series. – added 11:42 central time] Small talk was dying down and everyone had their drinks. Mark had a question: “I’ve been given an assignment,”1 he said to the group, and I’d like your thoughts. “What is it?” asked Mandy. “We’re supposed to write a…
(Scripture: Luke 17:11-19; 2 Timothy 2:8-15) This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of any of the people, places, or events to anyone real is purely coincidental. Janiva Jeffreys slipped through the doors of the church and found a seat near the back. It was a small church, with the yard poorly kept and…
[The following is a work of fiction, as would be obvious even without this note. It is copyright © by Henry E. Neufeld, 2007] I wake up, but I don’t recognize where I am. For a moment I think I’m in the barracks back home, but there is a strange light. Slowly it begins to…
