Humor
Walking on Eggshells
I was always careful not to upset my roommate. He was a genius, but very quick to anger. I got him a gift card for a massage for his birthday. “Why? Do I look like I need to relax?” He asked. Oh crud, he was angry. “Honestly, yes. Please don’t be mad,” I begged. “We’ll, thank you. I appreciate your honesty,” he said. Now we go for weekly massages together. It was all fun and games, until the spa exploded from a gas leak. Now we go hiking through the woods to relax.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Karen Vs. Karen
I complained to the captain of the cruise that he wasn’t sailing right. I complained to management that there weren’t enough caviar crackers. I complained to the chef that everything was undercooked. I complained to the waiter that the service was to slow. And I told all the customers they were to noisy and to go back to where they came from, even though I had no idea. I called them all idiots. A woman came up to me and told me to shut up, and when I didn’t she threw me off the boat. Her name was Karen, too!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
"The World of Isabella and Luna: A Tale of Magic, Hope, and Perseverance"
Once upon a time, in a world far from ours, there lived a young girl named Isabella. This world was one of magic, where spells and potions were a part of everyday life. Isabella was one of the powerful witches in her town, with the ability to control the elements. She lived with her grandmother in a small cottage on the outskirts of town. Her parents had died when she was young, leaving her grandmother to raise her.
By Created by ss3 years ago in Fiction
Microfiction Obsession
Hi, I’m a writer. My pen name is Alex McGee. I’m currently writing for a competition called microfiction magic. I keep writing and submitting miniature stories of all sorts. I keep coming up with new ideas, better ideas. I can’t stop writing. My fingers are about to explode from all the typing I’m doing. Hi this is Alex’s stenographer, Leslie Typist. I was hired to inform you that Alex’s fingers exploded from over use on the keyboard. I’ll be typing all of his stories from now on as he dictates until his fingers regrow. Thank you. Have a nice day.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Neighbors
I knew I looked haggard, but the cruelty the neighbors showed was unnecessary. They’d call me names like ugly and witch. When I stayed inside they’d throw things at my house like eggs and rocks. I called the police but had no evidence. I was going to change things. I pretended to sell my house and invited everyone to a block party for the new neighbor. I hired a makeup artist to make me look younger. They all ate the dessert I made. I smiled as they foamed at the mouth. Now they’re all going to die from poison pie.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Wisping Wind
Paul laid on the beach thinking to himself, “They say the perfect beach experience doesn’t exist. But it does. Lounging here, the sun warming my body. The waves bringing in the cool ocean breeze, as it blows the hair on my back from side to side with each roll of the tide. The closest I’ve come to liking a warm clime. Perhaps this was the best time. A turning point. One can only hope.” Turning back over to read his book, he continued to enjoy the first bit of joy he’d had in months.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
Help Wanted Ad No. 2
Wanted: British musical quartet seeks management. We are willing to reconstruct image for mass market and merchandising. Able to compose and write own material and organize concerts on the fly. Need contacts within the recording industry. Must be connected to Liverpool music scene and its various musical quartets. Contact via German musicians’ union group in Hamburg. Must have ear for new sounds.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Sour and Sweet
“Darling, I love you.” “Please, not while I’m eating.” His wife knew that this would be a very special day in the shop, but her Marvin needed a bit of a poke in order to care about it. Her husband, staring down at his scrambled eggs and bacon, knew that his Michelle wanted him to care more about the day than he ever could. The way things were going, they would both care too much.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Help Wanted Ad No.1
Wanted: Jewish preacher seeks twelve men for religious work with lepers, fallen women, Samaritans, the poor and possessed. Ability to fish, tend sheep and understand the tax codes an asset. Must reside in the Galilee area and be willing to travel for extended periods. Pay to be discussed at a later date. Education and class not important. No Pharisees or smokers please.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The Vampire and The Desk
Is it still in fashion? Where would I keep it? It's two hundred years old at this point, older than my daughter. A thick layer of dust and a single slash through the aged but sturdy cardboard from the last time I pulled it out. A large mahogany desk from back when I was going to setup a painting studio, and I know how that went. The stone walls were covered in black mold and oozing green. No one came down to this place in forever, except for that one brave adventurer I locked down here and forgot about. His skeleton casually lying in a corner. A beer and a book would make him more aesthetic. The roof was dripping, and the small window slits provided a nice breeze from the moonlit night. Truly a wonderful place to setup a painting studio, I spent countless hours thinking about it. Ended up burning up the local town instead; better to paint the world red than paper. Human skin is a more interesting canvas. Yet still, I feel bad for having had this desk for so long and it still not being built.
By Hayden N Bell3 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Trust: When Love is Betrayed
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the incriminating evidence before her. She couldn't believe what she had just discovered about her partner, David. They had been together for five years, building a life filled with love, trust, and future plans. But now, everything seemed to crumble around her.
By Arsalan Khan3 years ago in Fiction
