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.
One man in one town helps an independent business owner with a photograph. The man’s name is Nick, and he could be any of us. Our actions speak louder than our words.
Please support your independent hometown business owners.
The couch made my back hurt overnight, but she got the point. Seven years older or not, things were going to change.
“Get up; we’ve got some decisions to make.”
Apparently, the argument wasn’t over.
“It’s six o’clock in the morning. It can wait.”
“No, it can’t. Every decision I make involves our family. So get your ass up off the couch. After all, you’ve been a shifter for well over a week now. So you should be capable of making decisions about our family and the lives of shifters you barely know. And the dynamics of tribal politics should be a breeze for someone with your fortitude and knowledge. I don’t know what I was thinking when I made those DECISIONS without you.”
“You knew what I meant yesterday, so come down off your high horse. I get it; I’m not there yet as a shifter. But I’m going to be your husband and the father of our child. So a little respect on your end isn’t too much to ask.”
I waited for a harsh reply, but she stumbled over her words.
“You’re––well, I guess….”
Her phone rang saving her from having to say more.
Hanging up, she turned, arms crossed. “Looks like your man brain is needed after all. Decker wants help with Kate’s therapy.”
“They already have her?”
“That’s right, Elysians wast no time when their families lives are at stake. Now come into the kitchen and eat the breakfast I cooked for you.”
After breakfast, she smiled and led me to the front door, where she said, “Don’t work too hard today. I’ll be sure to clean the house and have dinner ready when you get home.”
Her sarcasm was not lost on me as I drove off in her old pickup truck. Looking back through the rearview mirror, I saw her blow a kiss, and I could not help thinking I should have kept my big mouth shut.
This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift –Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
I have finished the second draft of a post-apocalyptic novella, and I am looking for volunteer Beta readers who would like to read the manuscript before I send it in for a final edit.
For those that do not know, beta readers are anyone who likes to read; in this case, apocalyptic fiction.
Betas review finished manuscripts before they’re published, providing the author with feedback from the reader’s point of view.
One by one, America’s great cities are falling due to a years-long volcanic winter, and the tourist town of Beech Mountain, NC, is no different. Its citizens, now desperate and fearful, are divided. Gone are the days when you could walk into a grocery store to buy what you need; money is useless. Food is the only thing of value, and it’s not for sale; people who have it intend to keep it, and those that don’t intend to take it away. It’s the only thing people think about anymore. To not have it is to die.
Timothy French 