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.

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.”

What’s The Cost

“What’s the cost of believin or not believin?” asked a man from the back.

The old country preacher thought for a moment and said, “Be a good man, and life will be good here and there. Be a bad man, and life will be hell here and there. Where there is, is up to you.”

#VSS365 – Nexus Broken

The nexus was broken when she refused to heal. His strength weakened; both were defeated.

Microfiction – Horse

“The horses name is tolerance.”

“I think it was Trojan.”

“Trust me, it’s tolerance.”

Microfiction – The Rich Man Said

A rich man told the people of his nation that they would own nothing and love it.

The people of that country told him to go first, to give up all his money and power and move into a government-funded apartment to prove his point.

The rich man fell silent and gave up on the idea.

Microfiction – The Note

Whoever finds this note, what I tell you is the truth. So tell all who will listen.

In my time, many people foolishly voted for corrupt politicians hell-bent on destroying freedom for their own gain. And while others fought against them, there were not enough.

In the years following, all perished from wars and man-made disasters. All but one if this goes unread.

If it is read, I pray you are heard. Because I, too, found a note, but nobody listened.

Microfiction – Mom And Pop

Independent stores closed as corporations moved in on their towns until one cold December night when an open sign appeared. Mom-And-Pop had had enough and raised a middle finger toward the bright lights of the interstate.

Microfiction – Civility

The bell tolled for civility as evil waves consumed their shores. They came not once but one hundred and ten times six. Five more, then one, and all the waters calmed, afloat with those who would not listen.

Microfiction – Who’s Crazy

“Sir, there are crazy people who will shoot you.”
“How can I protect myself?”
“Give up your guns.”
“Wait, what?”
“Don’t worry; the police will keep you safe.”
“What if they’re not here when a crazy comes for me?”
“Not a problem. We are designating your home as a gun-free zone.”
“Wait, what?”