Author: timothyfrench15

Hello, my name is Timothy French. I’m a blogger, writer, and author of Every Yard Is A Grave. A Post-Apocalyptic Novella.

Microfiction – The Rapture

The Rapture

They were wrong. The Rapture did not come with the lifting of good people into the heavens without death. It came when good people, seeing evil on the rise, refused to give birth.

This, in turn, left those remaining to suffer through the tribulation years. During this time, evil people continued to multiply in great numbers, creating a hell on earth that resulted in a massive die-off.

Those who survived had hidden themselves in the most inhospitable corners of the earth where few dared to venture. And it was from those places that a new beginning emerged, as good people once again gave birth to—and raised—good people.

Let’s breathe new life into them

In the golden era of our communities, small mom-and-pop business owners earned incomes on par with their neighbors, fostering unbreakable bonds of trust and friendship. This harmony created a loyal customer base that cherished these establishments, passing them down through generations as treasured family legacies. Yet today, while a few such gems endure, far too many aspiring entrepreneurs chase millionaire dreams at the expense of the very people they serve—sacrificing community spirit for fleeting profits. It’s time to fight back and reclaim what made our towns thrive: a return to this timeless model in our vibrant town centers, where laughter, conversations, and connections once flourished. Sure, online shopping offers convenience, but it’s cold and impersonal—a mere transaction. In contrast, stepping into a genuine downtown mom-and-pop shop transforms shopping into a joyful event, shared with friends and family, creating memories that last a lifetime. Imagine the revival: Let’s ditch the sterile highways, exits, and bypasses, and rediscover the magic of shopping locally in our own beautiful town centers. And for those forgotten hubs that have faded into neglect, we must rally to rebuild them—empowering passionate young entrepreneurs to breathe new life into them, just as visionary founders did in the past. Your choices matter; join the movement today and watch your community soar!

If you want to check out some North and South Carolina town centers, visit my YouTube channel.

And the best way to see if I have been to your town is to type the town name, state, and Timothy French into a YouTube search box.

Timothy French Youtube Channel

Life in a chain town

Private equity firms are destroying our town centers. And many of their businesses sit just outside of them in what I like to call “chain towns.”

You all know what they look like because they all look the same. One location looks like the other, and they have no heart or soul.

We must push back against them and make our town centers relevant again, filling each with independently owned, generational businesses. For if we fail to do so, we can kiss our towns goodbye and say hello to life in a CHAIN TOWN.

Privacy – Keep It or Lose It

Our forefathers fought, died, and created the 4th Amendment to prohibit unreasonable searches and seizures and sets requirements for issuing warrants. It reads as follows:

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

It is time Americans demand a law prohibiting the collection of our online data. The future of your children’s freedom will depend your commitment to this endeavor.

Toxic

“Transparency is toxic to my whole operation, Emmet.”

“Wily, the people are demanding it.”

“It will be the end of my political career.”

“Sir, just try being honest for once in your life.”

“Okay, Emmet. Tomorrow I’m replacing you with a man named Belial.”

The Warning

God told Adam and Eve they could eat from any tree in the garden but for the one in the middle of the garden, for if they touched or ate of its fruit, they would die.

And just like a child who was told not to push a button or you will die. The button was pushed, bringing on a big grin when nothing happened. A grin that soon disappeared when it was discovered that the button activated a thing called time.