I’m no preacher. I can only talk about what I have seen and Demon Possession is some of it as a Texas Prison Guard. When? On two suicide attempts. And during and after fights. One Demon Possession lasted for six weeks while the Offender screamed nonstop 24 hours a day. Demon Possession is very real… Continue reading I’ve seen Demon Possession. It’s beyond scary…
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Hope
The ancient manuscript lay open on the worn wooden table, its pages brittle and yellowed with the passage of countless years. The ink was faded, the leather binding cracked, but its words held a truth stronger than stone. In the small, drafty church, an old man stood over it, his shoulders stooped and his head… Continue reading Hope
The True Story of William Tell
The air, a living thing, hummed with the electric tension of a world on the cusp of change. The scent of rain-soaked pine, bitter and ancient, mingled with the metallic tang of a coming storm. The year was 1315, and the very soil of the land seemed to hold its breath. William Tell, his figure… Continue reading The True Story of William Tell
The Echo of July 4th: A Global Reckoning
The Echo of July 4th: A Global Reckoning By The Living Breathing James Brown The night sky over College Station, Texas, on July 4, 2025, erupted in a symphony of light and thunder. Echoing thunder roared into Bryan, Texas as well. Each burst, a pure Orchestra’s Performance a of Fireworks Show, a fleeting masterpiece of… Continue reading The Echo of July 4th: A Global Reckoning
The Ballad of Reverend Gainsworthy and the Christian Vibrator
The Ballad of Reverend Gainsworthy and the Christian Vibrator Reverend Joshua P. Gainsworthy, a man whose smile could charm the gold fillings right out of your teeth, presided over the Church of the Golden Arches. Not those Golden Arches, mind you, but a pair of truly magnificent, gilded arches that welcomed a flock of over… Continue reading The Ballad of Reverend Gainsworthy and the Christian Vibrator
The ocean held its breath when Dr. Caspian “The Deep” Thorne descended
The ocean held its breath when The ocean held its breath when Dr. Caspian “The Deep” Thorne descended. With a name that echoed the vastness he explored and a mind sharpened by six distinct PhDs in fields ranging from marine biology to deep-sea geology and bio-acoustics, he wasn’t just a scientist; he was a living… Continue reading The ocean held its breath when Dr. Caspian “The Deep” Thorne descended
“I hope you don’t go through life so fast that you miss it,” my father said
The Texas sun, a molten disc in the rearview mirror, stretched the shadow of my ’69 Pontiac Bonneville four-door into an endless, shimmering ribbon behind us. At sixteen, with a V8 roaring beneath the hood, the world was a blur of mesquite and fence posts. Sweetwater to Gatesville was a highway hymn, and 90 mph… Continue reading “I hope you don’t go through life so fast that you miss it,” my father said
The Unstoppable Force: Jack “RAMJET” Brown and the Sweetwater Mustangs Era
SWEETWATER TEXAS HIGH SCHOOL FOLKLORE The Unstoppable Force: “RAMJET” Brown and the Sweetwater Mustangs Era In the sacred realm of Texas high school football, where the very air crackled with anticipation under the stadium lights, and Friday Night Lights truly ruled the day, legends weren’t just made; they were forged in the crucible of grit… Continue reading The Unstoppable Force: Jack “RAMJET” Brown and the Sweetwater Mustangs Era
That oddly feeling…
Hey there, have you ever had that feeling? Not quite fear, not quite sadness, but just… off? Like a song is playing slightly out of tune, or a puzzle piece doesn’t quite fit, even though everything looks normal on the surface. For teens with sharp, buzzing minds, these feelings can sometimes be like an extra… Continue reading That oddly feeling…
Compartmentalizing
The hum of friendly chatter and the clack of dice filled the air in the community center, a cozy backdrop for Maya and her signature purple-streaked hair. Around a large, polished wooden table, a group of teens was gathered, a mix of curious and slightly skeptical faces. Maya held up a transparent tackle box, its… Continue reading Compartmentalizing
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