“I’m wondering if we’re going to do anything about International Women’s Day in our church,” said Dr. Maggie Williams. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of anything in the story to anything in real life is purely accidental. Copyright © 2019, Henry E. Neufeld “Of course,” said Pastor Bill Allen. “I’m planning a…
When humanity finally figured out a way to reach the stars, and found intelligent life there, there was an inevitable result. Missionaries. Some of the missionaries were sensitive an helpful, in their own way. Some, not so much. For Delbert, the landing on the newly discovered planet was inevitable. There weren’t that many, but even…
Having imbibed a fair amount of pro-small-town prejudice in the form of Hallmark Christmas movies (which I actually find relaxing in spite of this), I thought I’d retaliate with a link to my short story About Those Small Town Values, first posted in 2010.
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!”
After a lifetime following cryptic clues, digging in difficult locations, and making the most careful of measurements, the archaeologist stood in an empty space, clearly untouched for eons, showing no evidence of use, and read the inscription: Here lie all the treasures plundered from distant lands in our glorious past. (Featured image credit: Openclipart.org.)
“Where am I?” he asked.
“In a hospital room,” a deep and measured voice responded. He noticed then that things were a bit clearer, and his surroundings did, indeed, look like a hospital room. He felt a bit disoriented, trying to place “hospital room” into some sort of context. It might have been “universe” for all he could remember.
This is a sequel to Have You Tried Going Around?. You might want to read that first. This is a work of fiction, as should be obvious. People, places, and events are all products of my overactive imagination. When a mysterious lady arrived on horseback from the north, there was quite a stir in the…
As Arnold hiked joyfully away along the trail, the child he had just pulled from the water and revived reached out a hand to touch the intriguing water moccasin. (Ref: 1 Peter 5:2)
The meeting was over. The contracts were signed. His business was sold. In fact, he had just sold it for considerably less than he had expected to. What had gone wrong? The younger man across the table from him wondered for a moment why the seller hadn’t gotten up and left. He, the newcomer, now…
“I’ve heard there was a time when this village was a nice, quiet, and safe place to live.” The man’s voice was distant, as though he was trying to remember something. The group of villagers in the small pub all looked his way. Though he had spoken quite softly, everyone heard. It was that quiet…
