Humor
Fluffy Clouds In The Sky
I lie here watching fluffy clouds floating softly way up high, over the musical green hills. They make me hungry, with their icing sugar-colored cotton, and sugar notes. In my mind, these images make the clouds look like candy floss in my eyes.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
"Shattered Wheels"
Once upon a time in the small town of Pineville, there was a group of passionate bike riders who called themselves the "Rolling Thunder." They were renowned for their love of adventure and their daring stunts on two wheels. Every weekend, the Rolling Thunder members would gather at the local bike trail and set off on thrilling rides through the scenic countryside.
By Bilal Jaka3 years ago in Fiction
The Shattered Horizon
Chapter 1: Awakening The alarm clock jolted Alex awake, its shrill tones cutting through the remnants of a dream. As his blurry vision cleared, he realized it was the first day of his new job. After years of monotonous routine, he had finally summoned the courage to break free and embark on a fresh start.
By Niranjana. V3 years ago in Fiction
Remotely Possible
“I understand that it’s company policy to be in-office at least three days every week, but that doesn’t change the fact that there are three unicorns outside my house. They’ve knocked over my trash can, and it doesn’t look like they’ll be leaving any time soon. What? No, I can’t just make a run for my car, are you kidding me? If I get trampled or gored, I won’t even be able to work remotely. No. Yeah, I remember, but Cheryl also rides a gryphon to work. Okay. Yes, I’ll do Thursday next week as well. Thanks, bye.”
By Tiffany Mercer3 years ago in Fiction
Mushrooms Anyone?
I was on a trek, wearing my rubber boots, when noticed wild mushrooms growing by the forest path I was walking on. It would surprise you what I find in forests, fields and beaches. I am quite the forager. So, when I came across this bunch baby chanterelle mushrooms I was ecstatic! I picked quite a few, ate some and continued onward, quite happy with myself. They were gritty and could use a little butter and salt. My wife would be quite pleased with my find. A little later, kung fu fighting with red-eyed rabbits, I thought perhaps they were not chanterelle mushrooms after all.
By Karalena Walsh3 years ago in Fiction
Adjustment Period, Day 6. Top Story - May 2023.
Dale was ecstatic. Patricia, devoted wife that she was, had decided to walk with him through the aftermath of the Zombie Apocalypse. If he still had a heart, it would be full. Still, there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something simply wasn't right.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
Secret admirer
In a peaceful little town, a young woman by the name of Emily used to work in a small bookstore. Emily loved stocking the shelves with books and helping customers discover their next read. She was always content with her quiet life. But recently, she began to observe an amusing development. She discovered a small note with her name on it on the counter every morning when she went to the bookstore. Always brief and pleasant, the messages would include things like, “Have a wonderful day, Emily,” or “You look lovely today.” She initially believed they were from her coworkers, but when she questioned them about it, they gave her a weird look. A few weeks later, while going through a book, Emily discovered another message that had been hidden inside. I’ve been keeping an eye on you, Emily, for a time, the note said. Your grin is just stunning. I hope it’s alright if I keep sending you brief notes like this. Emily’s heartbeat picked up speed. Who was the unknown sender of these notes to her? As the days went by, Emily began to anticipate the little letters and even to make an effort to identify her potential secret admirer. She began compiling a list of potential suspects, but no one seemed to be the right match. Was it the elderly man who frequented the store each week to read the papers? Or perhaps the quiet college student who came in to study every day? As the messages went on, Emily noticed that she was growing more and more intrigued. She began to have a slight crush on her secret admirer and would frequently catch herself thinking about the person who might be responsible for the notes. When Emily arrived at work one day, she discovered a little bouquet of flowers and a message that said, “I hope you like these, Emily. You merit to be treated with respect. Emily swirled the flower stems in her fingers and couldn’t help but smile. Her unidentified admirer was acting more daring. The following several weeks saw Emily continue to receive gifts from her admirer in secret.A new bookmark, a sweet jewelry, and some chocolates. Each time, the notes got a little bit longer and more intimate. Whoever they were, Emily felt as though she was falling for them. Emily reached the conclusion that she had had enough one day. She needed to identify her hidden admirer. Her own note, which she left on the counter, asked if the unknown person would meet her outside the store when it closed. She lingered after work and laid a trap. Emily waited outside the bookstore as the sun started to drop, her heart racing. She felt both anxious and eager at the same time.She spotted a figure approaching her after what seemed like a lifetime, and her breath seized in her throat. The college student was the one who consistently came in to study. He asked, appearing bashful and uneasy, “Emily?” The question “Is it you?” Emily questioned incredulously. The young man apologized to her while nodding his head. I’m sorry if this is strange, but I simply wanted to be kind to you. Emily couldn’t even speak. Although she had always found the college student to be endearing, she had never had the guts to approach him. And there he was, her constant covert admirer. Following that evening, Emily and her unidentified admirer began dating and discovered they had a lot in common.They both enjoyed reading, going on outdoor hikes, and having in-depth coffee chats. The fact that her hidden admirer turned out to be the ideal match for her left Emily speechless. Emily questioned her husband why he had started writing her those notes all those years ago as they sat together on a park bench and watched the sunset years later. He smiled and added, “I just thought you were gorgeous. I tried to make your day brighter, but somehow it turned into something more. With gratitude for the small stroke of luck that had brought them together, Emily placed her head against his shoulder. Even now, she occasionally discovered tiny messages hidden around their home as a reminder of the wonderful and unanticipated way they had met. She couldn’t picture her life without him.
By Ariba Abbas3 years ago in Fiction
