Jonathan Clarke
Bio
Aspiring novelist. Polishing up first novel in The Infinite People Series called "The Quantum House." Love to write a good short story from time to time and am using Vocal for my short story medium.
Stories (4/0)
The Lazy Christian
THE RIGHT TO FREE SPEECH MEANS THE RIGHT TO FREE EXPRESSION. It is unfortunate that today’s Christian has decided to nix their responsibility as a Christian to carry out the great commission, a term coined based on the Bible’s instruction to “go ye therefore and teach all nations...” So many are just content to stay home and eat cheetos until time to go to church and annoy the pastor with the munching of cheetos.
By Jonathan Clarkeabout a year ago in Humans
The Wall of Jericho
There are a significant number of values that was instilled within me throughout my childhood that still remain today. These values are at the core of what many refer to as “Good Christian Values.” Be kind to others. Share what you have with the less fortunate. Show understanding, love, and strength with others. And above all, Love JESUS and trust in His word! I held tightly to these values and made them a part of who I am as a man. Not only did I trust in his word, I also carried it with me every where I went. It was in my hand at all times. That’s how important those values have always been to me. And most of them still are. A wall of virtue had been built, and I dared anyone to break it down.
By Jonathan Clarke2 years ago in The Swamp
The Life of Death
Monday started just like any other. As if the day wanted to play to the stereotype, I woke up to the hissing of rain pelting my roof. The rain and my comfy bed had decided to go in cahoots with each other and plot to keep me from going to work. I did not want to get up. However, my mini pinscher, Buck, was aware of the plot by the evil Monday and came to rescue me and foil this Monday’s villainous plan. He jumped upon my bed and began to rigorously bathe me with his tongue. Monday countered his attack as ripping cloth filled the air. Buck’s toenails tore a hole in my favorite polyester, striped pajamas. He playfully nipped my neck, but accidentally biting a little too hard, he punctured my jugular and caused me to bleed to death.
By Jonathan Clarke4 years ago in Futurism
Surviving Dinner
The Villain: Oh, the pleasure I feel at this moment! All of my friends, lined up on each side of the banquet table. There are nine of them. four on each side and one on the end. I’ve been planning this dinner for a month. Well, in all fairness, I have one of these dinners each month, so that’s really all the time I have to prepare.
By Jonathan Clarke4 years ago in Horror
