Humor
Martin Pappas
Martin Pappas was, by most accounts, a perfectly normal man. He had a normal face, a normal house, a normal car, a normal wife, and two exceedingly normal children. Like most normal men his age, he was an accountant. He worked for a normal firm in a normal office building in perfectly normal Downtown Evanston. Also like most normal men, he wasn’t happy. He wasn’t miserable, by any means, but he had a bit bigger of a dream than simply being an accountant. He wanted something more out of life.
By Frank Macaluso3 years ago in Fiction
The Great Cookie Capper
It was a hot summer day in the city, and I had just finished my shift at the bakery. As a young baker's assistant, I was used to spending my days mixing dough, baking bread, and whipping up pastries for the customers. But on this particular day, something strange was happening at the bakery.
By Pavithra S3 years ago in Fiction
Call Me By Your Name
Stuck inside or shall I say, more precisely, buried in lament within; the Neapolitan tune were these sad, smoldering words, “From the mouth where flowers once blossomed only worms emerge”. Who was Elio to Ulliva ? Was it a late night ice cream longing that was far, too long to get to, but worthwhile the ride ? Of course, what else if not it ? Except that kitchen had peaches prepared. Tiny, creamy blobs of our hero freshly sandwiched, glinting in live Italian sun.
By ilan scribbler3 years ago in Fiction
Harry Potter
Once again, Harry Potter found himself standing before the imposing oak doors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been many years since he had last set foot in the castle, but the memories flooded back as he gazed up at the towering turrets and flickering torches.
By Aniket Kumar3 years ago in Fiction
Concorde Full of Concords
Boxes stacked on top of each other in the seats where no passengers sat. Just more boxes. Each showed the Jumpman logo. Inside the boxes were Concord 11 Jordan Brand sneakers. The supersonic flight from Paris, France headed to Wilmington, Delaware. They brought back the Concorde.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Tree: A Tale of Vengeful Spirits
The old grandmother sat in her rocking chair, the fire crackling in the hearth and casting eerie shadows on the walls. Her grandchildren sat at her feet, eyes wide with wonder and anticipation as she began to tell them the tale of the cursed tree and the ghost that lived within it.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
