Humor
The Enchanted Heart's Delight
Elara was a teenage sorceress who lived in the fantastical kingdom of Serenadia, where magic flickered through the air like fireflies at night. Elara was well-known across the kingdom not for her powerful spells but rather for her playful attitude. She had a talent for making the most fantastical events humorous.
By Tamino-Nimi Abel2 years ago in Fiction
The Love Potion Prank
Two neighbors who couldn't be more dissimilar resided in the quaint small village of Willowbrook: Emma, an eccentric and daring young woman, and Henry, a quiet and introverted bookshop owner. They had an unsaid affinity that had been growing stronger with each passing day, possibly even in spite of their differences.
By Tamino-Nimi Abel2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Caper: The Misadventures of Mr. Snickers and Sir Whiskers
Once upon a time, in the tranquil little town of Pawsington, there lived two very strange companions: Sir Whiskers, a tall and insatiably curious dog, and Mr. Snickers, a chubby and short-sighted cat who liked to slumber. They were well known in the community for their improbable relationship and even improbable escapades.
By Tamino-Nimi Abel2 years ago in Fiction
Fool's errand. Content Warning.
"He wants you." The Lord Chancellor interrupted my reverie, while I was tearing into my pork chop. I'd been hankering for one all evening at the banquet but, due to having to caper about amusing everyone, bells jingling, riddle-making and pulling faces behind people's backs, only now enjoying one. Jesting sounds easy, doesn't it? But it's hard work. And hungry work.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Lest We Forget
We open our story today in a town, specifically the town of Dunnald. This town, like many others, had a road. It actually had several roads, but only one of them is important to us, or anyone else really. If it didn’t maintain a trade road, this town would be utterly useless, and likely wouldn’t exist. But I digress. So, we were talking about the road. And this road had several rather interesting locations on it, but for our purposes we are going to focus on one of the taverns. Bars? I don’t know, the difference seems largely pedantic. All I know about this place is they have food, they have liquor, and they have rooms for the night. Do with that information what you will. Anyhow, moving right along, this tavern-ish place called itself the Blind Frog, and for a gold coin the owner would tell you the story behind the name. But that isn’t this story. This story is set inside the Blind Frog, on the main trade road, in the town of Dunnald.
By FFR Stories2 years ago in Fiction
The Account
“I see,” said the manager, as he put the phone down and looked at the patron very carefully. Mr. Vanier was a patient man, working his way up the bank for over ten years until they finally decided he would suit them more favorably “running the whole show” – the owners’ phrase – instead of handling individual bank loans or opening and closing accounts. There was much to be said for the new job. The hours were brief and he did not have to deal with as many problems back in his private office. There had once been a bank robbery at a branch nearby, but the robbers made the mistake of leaving behind a bandanna, a set of keys (were they for a car? He could not remember), and several eyewitnesses who could recall what they sounded like and wore within a week of the heist. There was nothing to worry about here. Everything was fine.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
My Robot Buddy
In a world that is becoming increasingly digital and automated, my life took an unexpected V turn when I welcomed a unique companion into my life and home – a robot friendly buddy. This unconventional friendship has been a remarkable experience filled with moments of laughter, learning, and a touch of science fiction.
By Zain Fonda2 years ago in Fiction
Veronica Ganz (Retold)
New York. Early 1940s. Many of the kids in there preferred to play indoors, since they are afraid of what was outside that could catch them. No, it wasn't any stranger or a mad dog or something. Worse than that, it was the child who put fear on everyone else around the block.
By Kylecovey Smith2 years ago in Fiction
