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Batman Day 2023 – Gotham Boils Over
Many people have hobbies, most of the time they are a nice distraction from the busyness of life. Often they don’t draw a lot of attention, unless you meet someone who is interested in the same hobby. In most other cities, even Metropolis, it wouldn’t be an issue. Gotham isn’t most other cities, it’s why Batman has a file on the known hobbies of Gotham citizens. Of particular note are those whose primary occupations bring them into contact with the caped crusader on a regular basis, whether friend or foe. Commissioner Gordon for example enjoys reading biographies, Batman sent him a new one on Churchill on his last birthday. Even…
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Beside Myself Twice – A Story About Making Decisions
Often we wrestle not with our choices, but ourselves. The following is a story about that, dreams, and God’s Will. A young actor named Irwin sat on the side of his bed. He had wrestled all week with what to do. If he chose wrong, it could cost him everything. If he chose right, he could still lose it all. He had barely slept all week, and didn’t expect it to be any better tonight. He would have been surprised how easily he drifted off, had he been awake to realize it. He was gone before he knew it. His mind drifted from dream to dream, with a hazy connection…
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Red And Green Giving
The store opened at eight, and the first customer was the doorman for the apartments next door. Far from cold, in his heavy green coat, Mr Frost purchased two gifts, one red box, and one green one. He placed a gift in each box with a card attached to the outside. The cards he had prepped the night before. The next stop was the diner. He ate a quick breakfast, left a tip for the waitress, and the red gift with another customer, while they weren’t looking. Mrs Hollis was the happy recipient, and read the card with joy. “This little gift is for you, but the box is not.…
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Playing Hands Or Praying Hands – A Christmas Story Of Redemption
Grandma always watched westerns at Christmas. For years I didn’t know why, though around ten years old, I started to notice they always made her cry. The funny thing was the tears always came with a smile. The first year I had noticed, I asked Dad about it on the way home after Christmas. He smiled, and replied that it was a story told as only Grandma could. “I’ll give her a call, she’ll tell you next Christmas.” I waited a whole year, it passed in and out of my memory several times. Finally it was Christmas Eve, and I was about to bust. Grandma mentioned at dinner she had…
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The Christmas Pen – Unwrapping Kindness
It was the first day in December when mom got a call from Grandpa. “How’s my favorite grandson doing on this beautiful day?” Mom told him I was bored to tears with my broken leg and wanting something special to do. “Well then we’ll just have to manufacture special for him won’t we. Your Mom and I will be there in an hour to whisk you both away.” With that Grandpa was off the phone. I was his only grandson, and I loved my grandparents deeply, but I couldn’t see how even he could make a boring day with a broken leg fun. He showed up with a shiny wheelchair…
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Leaves For Thanksgiving
No I didn’t leave home for the holiday. Though if you’re reading this, I expect the title of this post finds you confused. It all started, not in November, but October. In the little town of Ancourt, the leaves say goodbye to their trees, the same time every year. Forty years ago, Bob Ancourt, a descendant of the town’s original founder, had a brilliant idea. He pitched the idea to the Mayor, my Grandfather, of having an annual community “Leaves” festival. Councilman Ancourt was also the guy in charge of the department that cleaned up the leaves every year. This way he was turning an expense into a profit for…
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A Turkey Burger And Sweet Potato Fries Thanksgiving
Have you ever had an unexpected Thanksgiving? One that was completely unplanned, challenging, and amazing? That happened to me, and to this day I don’t know how it all happened, but I’m glad it did. My story started in a little diner on Thanksgiving day. I didn’t want to be there,, and I was not hiding it well. When the camera was running I was all smiles, but as soon as that red light went off, I shut down. It also didn’t help I was wearing a paper hat shaped like a Turkey. My name is Brian Brown, and I’m a tv reporter. Someone has to work holidays, and as…
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The Three Possums A Children’s Story
My guess is, you’ve never heard the story of The Three Possums. Oh, I know you’ve heard the story about the three pigs, and Red Riding Hood’s Grandma, and all the trouble that wolf got in. I would guess though you didn’t hear how a family of possums all most finished him off. A few days after the last incident, the wolf all bandaged up, don’t ask, decided he’d never eat a pig or a Grandmother again. On his morning walk, he spied in a nearby tree what he thought would be a quick supper, a family of possums. They were hanging side by side in the big oak, Momma…
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The Orange Cow And The Green Rooster – A Children’s Story
There was once an orange cow. Have you ever seen an orange cow? The cow grew up thinking it was a white and brown cow? Then one day, when standing in front of the sunrise, it realized it was an orange cow. She started telling people that she was an orange cow. One day, the green rooster looked at her and laughed. “Silly cow, you’re white and brown like me. When the sun shines on you, it shares it’s light with you, and you reflect the sun.” She thought for a minute. At first, she wanted to feel sad, and embarrassed, but then she saw something. The cow had seen…
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The Badger And The Snail – A Children’s Story
Horacio saw everything in life as a big adventure, which isn’t hard when you are a tiny snail who lives on in a little wooden house on the inside of a windowsill. Because of this though, every day became special. His Papa Edgar was special, even though he wasn’t a snail. Edgar was a Badger that found Horacio on his rose bush after the wind had carried him there in a storm. As soon as he saw him, Edgar took care of the little snail, and raised him as his own. Every morning, Edgar would take Horacio his breakfast, usually some form of carrot, to eat. Both Edgar and Horacio…
