Humor
THE BLACK CATS BOOKSTORE
"Hello, my name is Poe. I am just letting you know that I am the true owner of all of these great books that line the shelves of this great bookstore. They call it THE BLACK CAT'S BOOKSTORE for a reason -- me! Feel free to look around and select a book; who knows I may help you select or object to a book. Don't worry; you will know which is which. My favorite book btw is "THE BLACK CAT" by Edgar Allen Poe."
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Fiction
I Was A Turd
“Dad, where did I come from?” I asked. I was four years old. He paused and looked at the air for a moment, then told me that one day he had been on the toilet and when he got up and was about to flush, he saw something in the water. “What’s this??” he exclaimed as he reached in and pulled me out—a fresh new baby covered in poop. “Then I washed you off and decided to keep you!”
By Nora Novak3 years ago in Fiction
Pizza Delivery
I pulled up to the house on my bike. I grabbed the pizza then knocked on the door. A pretty girl walked out in a bathrobe. She was out of money and invited me in for a pillow fight instead. I went inside and fought her with pillows. That’s all that happened and I was very disappointed. I left the house without money and without satisfaction. I told the boss what happened and he said he’d take care of it. I’m glad I at least got to keep my job. I’m still lonely though. Can someone find me a girlfriend?
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The new jacket
My father went for a bike ride without informing his wife. The ride was enjoyable until an unforeseen disaster occurred. The gate he needed to pass through was closed, so pressing the brakes hard was ineffective. My father slammed into the locking bar at full speed, flew over it, landed hard on the gravel ground, slit over it and his jacket was in tatters. He left without telling my mother about it. You should have seen her expression when she discovered the jacket later that day.
By Dagmar Goeschick3 years ago in Fiction
