Humor
Fruit and Veg
They called him Marvin the Fruit. It wasn't (as most people thought when they were first introduced to him) some sort of old-fashioned slur. It was simply because Marvin loved fruit. He was always munching on something - an orange, an apple, a banana. Someone brought in a dragon fruit once and he was in raptures for days.
By Vicki Glover3 years ago in Fiction
Friendships exist between opposite sex too.
My neighbor is always watching me from her window, the look of excitement that she has on her face whenever she sees me with guys just is hilarious. You see, my neighbor is one that we call nosy, she assumes things based on what she sees. My other neighbor who goes to school with me said she heard my nosy neighbor say that I am a slut. This is because she sees me with a different guy outside my house. It’s sad that a girl can’t have any guy friends because it looks weird or is hard to accept.
By Diani Alvarenga3 years ago in Fiction
Camping
My friends and I were out camping at Griswald park. There was Eddie, Bob, and Ricky. I introduced myself simply as Truth, because everything I say becomes the truth. They just thought it was a cool nick name, but it was my super power. They sat around the campfire telling horror story’s. “My turn” I said when they finished. “There was a demon in the woods that jumped out of the bushes and ate everyone here, expect me because I’m cool,” I said. They laughed. You should have seen there faces a minute later. “Good boy,” I said to Lucifer.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Title
I can’t think of a name, subtitle or subject for this story. What should I call it? What should it be about? Should it be fiction or fantasy? A mystery perhaps? Something for the humanity section? Oh I can’t decide. What do I do. This is the worst case of writers block I’ve ever had. Should I make it a story about a bank robber? An archiologist who thinks everything belongs in a museum? Or maybe a detective on the brink of solving a major crime? I just don’t know, I’m out of ideas. This stinks! This really stinks!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted Train and the Lost Locket
The sun had set long ago, and the moon had risen to cast an eerie glow across the countryside. The whistle of the train echoed through the hills, as it made its way towards the small town of Blackwood. The passengers were settled in their seats, chatting amongst themselves or dozing off. The train was on schedule, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
Inconvenience in Store
“Honey?” I mutter as I vagrantly waive my hand behind me, “What size are you in trousers?” There is no answer. Typical. I found a delightful pair of baby-blue linen trousers, perfect for the white linen button-up I found earlier, which I sent off with my husband to try on. I love shopping for men’s clothes, I find it much easier for some reason, though I do remember having a few lengthy discussions with men, including my husband, that say the opposite is true. Maybe everyone is just bored of what they’re used to. Anyway, although I’ve been married for five years and in that time have ‘forced’ my husband, like today, to let me shop for him, I can still never remember his size.
By L.Clabrough3 years ago in Fiction
