Shhh! Let’s not tell them not to inject disinfectants into their bodies. Let’s give Darwin’s theory a chance to work.

Return to the river,
freedom of a forest,
when but a child.

What we need now
that time long ago
without a social media.

That one time before
we were all grown-up,
forced to become old,
waiting for our death.

What we are now.

Mackenzie listened attentively to her Grandpa Zeb’s scary story, this one complete with shadow puppets. Then, sooner than she liked, it was time for bed where she found it hard to fall asleep.

Abruptly, a small inky figure scurried through her bedroom, along the far wall, illuminated by the full moon’s glow. Mackenzie screamed with all of her might, sending Grandpa Zeb racing to her aid.

“A shadow!” she pointed, terrified, heart in her mouth.

Unable to find anything, Grandpa smiled before he pronounced, “Must be that one of my puppets got out. We’ll look for it in the morning.”

For those whose weddings have been canceled due to COVID-19, God has given you a second chance to reconsider.

All the world has become Las Vegas. Everyone’s losing money, it’s acceptable to drink at all hours and no one has any idea what time of day it is.

The one thing I never thought I would hear somebody say to me, “I like your mask!” I wasn’t wearing one.

Being a trophy-husband is so effing exhausting!

Socialism, instituted peacefully, governs violently. Liberty, won violently, governs peaceably.

She simply ‘popped out’ of nowhere. Henry Wagner was so shocked, he was unable to speak at first.

“You saw that, huh?” she asked.

“Yes,” Henry answered, “And now you’re gonna microwave my brain or something, make me forget?”

“No, that’s only in the movies. We never worry about someone seeing us because people are rarely believed when it comes to stuff like this.”

“That makes sense. So, how’d you do that?”

“I’m a time traveler.”

“Ah.”

“Mined telling me what year this is? Sometimes we get it wrong.”

“Sure, twenty-twenty,” Henry answered.

“Perfect,” she replied, “First Year of Quarantine.”

When Jackson was a kid, he was going to save the world. He did know how, he didn’t know when, he jus’ knew that it was his destiny.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t, didn’t save the world. Worse yet, he couldn’t even save himself.

Jackson died yesterday, next to a dumpster in an unnamed ally, of old age and malnutrition. Authorities picked his body up and took it to the county morgue, where it remains unclaimed and unnamed.

He’ll be buried in a pauper’s grave in three months, only grave diggers in attendance. Only God will ever know his name and the hero he had been in his heart.

But, no one was saved.