Barack Obama was delighted to win a second term as the President of the United States — proving now and forevermore — that humanism beats a machine any day of the week and any year of the vote.
Continue reading → Four More Years of Humanism History: Ten Sentence Story #169
Jerald and his wife were excited enough about the upcoming Halloween holiday when they found out that there was going to be an enormous storm blowing through their Queens neighborhood, and that many of their friends in Brooklyn were going to have to evacuate their homes.
Continue reading → Storm of the Year: Ten Sentence Story #168
There are two realities, almost like two parallel universes that co-exist and yet could not be any more different — and yet somehow, we who sit week by week watching debate by debate and looking at polls are meant to believe, depending on whom we believe, that either one or the other reality it the only real one.
In the Romney reality, the only people that count are the one that pay their taxes — but should the one doing the counting be someone who avoids paying his fair share of taxes through offshore banking and international money laundering?
Continue reading → The Two Realities of the Election: Ten Sentence Story #167
At the ripe old age of 11, Marston Swain, Jr. was a blue boy who could not wait for his life to begin.
The problem with being such a young and pretty lad is that other people wait on you while you wait for them — creating a circle of endless waiting — where nothing ever gets done but a lot of talking happens around the edges of your everyday living.
Continue reading → Marston Swain, Jr. Waits for His Life to Begin: Ten Sentence Story #166
Beanie Blue was born to be a Queen, but she sure didn’t feel like one.
It was hard for her to get up in the morning — when the world was awakening to bright sunlight, Beanie was caught in the darkness of her oversleeping un-dawning mind — and it made her so sad she did not want to get out of bed in the morning.
Continue reading → Beanie Blue, Queen of the Undernight: Ten Sentence Story #165
One day, Jerald was walking into a building and noticed that someone was walking right behind him, and so he held the door open for that person.
The person walked through the door and barely looked at Jerald, let alone acknowledge or say anything to him, leaving Jerald just staring at the person’s back and wondering why he got no simple thank you for his effort.
God realized he had a PR problem.
Satan was more popular and more powerful — and He didn’t know why.
Continue reading → God and His Public Relations Problem: Ten Sentence Story #163
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