Joshua Brown

  Basil and Gonz Grow Old - Part 2 of 2 a short story by Joshua Coffman Go back to Part 1 -> here The years had separated the two friends. Gonz had become consumed with a religious fury and Basil had distracted himself with technology. But neither of them forgot the Great Meme War of 2016 or the rise of Joe Biden the Venerable, Bless His Memory and Live for His Vision. They carried those memories far into the future and both kept fighting for truth, just in their own way. --- Two police cruisers pulled up to the house under the sky tree and talked with Little Samurai for a few moments before they headed into the house to get a full report. They drove away. Little Samurai called her husband. He rode in on his electric longboard about an hour later. They combed the neighborhood for clues about where her father and his sword may have gone. Darkness set in over the Israeli neighborhood. The neighbors offered no help to the couple seeking their father. As the night grew deep, Mr Samurai

    Basil and Gonz Grow Old - Part 1 of 2 a short story by Joshua Coffman Skip to Part 2 -> here   Early morning wisps of dust curtained their way over the desert, dancing with the wind in a mischievous race to the next cactus. A sun bleached white F-150 sat outside of a cute but worn, ranch-style house. The house was large, but it wasn't extravagant. On the porch, under the awning was a rocking chair and enthroned sat a majestic cat, observing the desert hautily. The kingly cat sat still but a small twitch of his tail indicated that he was still curious about his immediate neighborhood which consisted only of a few desert flowers and a beautiful windmill. No houses could be seen for miles. The house was plain, no fancy paint jobs, no elegant architectural flourishes, the only noticeable feature was a large mech suit perched in the backyard. Its shoulders, when parked, arched just over the roof and looked, to the uninitiated, like two slightly odd antennas. There was an odd wat

  An Epistle to the Americans A rebuke of the Baptist churches in America Hi, my name is Joshua Coffman. I am an Independent Fundamental Soulwinning Baptist. I love hot preaching and I love seeing souls saved. This letter is an open letter to all Baptist churches, not because the issue contained within ONLY applies to Baptist churches, but because I know with great detail many Baptist churches who are in need of the reproof with which I will give in the next paragraphs. The churches in Clinton MD, Syracuse NY, Abilene KS, Fairbanks AK, Long Beach CA, Longview TX and Hammond IN are specific but not the only churches I see responsible for this terrible failure to follow sound doctrine. The Baptist church is greatly decentralized. I cannot speak to what each pastor practices or believes individually, but just as the great prophets of old spoke, responsibility starts with us, not our erring brother, not our wicked politicians, not our spouses or our parents. It starts with me. And that is

Basil and Gonz Go to NASA A fan-fiction novella short story by Joshua Coffman --- Here is Basil and Gonz's short clip from CCNT reviewing this story:   nlbc123 · CCNT Review of B&G Go To NASA --- Faces looked out their windows in the quiet suburban neighborhood. A loud metallic clang rang out in the early morning hours of the weekday and the coffee hadn't quite kicked in for the suburbanites. Passing by their houses was a sight that none of them would have expected. A giant robot was walking down their street. But to the average American, this was just another advertising stunt, so the grumpy early-risers returned to getting ready for the day. If they would have looked a little closer though, they would have noticed that this was no robot, instead it was a manned vehicle: a glorious mech suit, taller than most of the single story homes in the neighborhood. Basil navigated into the driveway of his best buddy, Gonz's, house. A cat jumped off of the mechanical beast of

I will tell you the best strategy to get a career in public relations. But first I want to help you be a PR expert for your own self and your loved ones. Public relations is a powerful tool of some of the most wealthy individuals and institutions in the world today. How can we harness that power and use it for good in the world? Keep reading to find out, I've included some of my most important tips. As a content consumer, I've pulled from many different resources, including free video content online, resources from my local library, podcasts on infosec and opsec.  This is a culmination of years of rejecting social norms, a delayed and shortened use of social media in general. I personally never even went to school beyond a year at the age of 6. Instead I was homeschooled and learned from an early age to be information sufficient. I was raised in a "sheltered" home and even Disney movies were not allowed in our home. These ideas come from an outsiders view.  Later i

  Free Will a poem by Joshua Coffman "Protect the children!"  Salty waves roared loudly back.  Bearded men swore epithets into the wind.  "Protect the children!" Dark vomited its perfume, God's just anger raining down on those who sinned. "Throw out the tackle!" Desperate authority penned. But they were not on the sea or in a boat. "Throw out the tackle!" They felt no heroism. Propaganda fed their soul, lines tyrants wrote. "Jump into the sea!" What?! The novel turned abrupt. Plunging men into confused and angry state. "Jump into the sea!" Surely the author amused. His words divorced from thought, only feeling hate. "Drown! ye bastard minks!" The men look'd round their dark envire. Then looked at eachother, inarticulate. "Drown! ye bastard minks!" The paper showed grease-stains now Sweaty palms. The angry man throwing a fit.