Humor
Ribbit
I didn't want to hear the frog. Well, and I certainly didn't mean to.. But here we are, me, feeling like a modern day Alice in Wonderland, except no one mentioned how Alice must have felt. Not being able to tell anyone, wondering if it was all a dream? Thinking she must be completely crazy.
By Vikki Head3 years ago in Fiction
The Hilarious Adventures of Bear and Snake: A Tale of Friendship and Laughter
Once upon a time, in a dense forest, there lived a bear and a snake who were best friends. They spent their days exploring the forest, lounging in the sun, and hunting for food together. Despite being different species, they had formed an unbreakable bond over the years, and they were always there for each other.
By Yusril Harsya Hasan3 years ago in Fiction
Hacking for Freedom: The Giraffe and Rhino's Daring Plan
a giraffe and a rhino enter a phone booth. They are not your average pair, for they are agents on a mission. "Isaac, it's good to finally speak with you," says the rhino. "I've been monitoring your progress for weeks."
By Omar Sohail3 years ago in Fiction
Gooses
She sifts through the bag: eggs, spinach, tartlets. Tartlets? What a name. A ray of lemony sun makes her squint and she breathes in. It’s nice here on the river. Like a reiteration of a simple program: every day groceries, walk by the river, breathe in the sun, photograph the geese. Gooses, she says. Goose-gooses. Geese sounds silly.
By Mara Linden3 years ago in Fiction
One Horse Slain
I can think of no greater humiliation than that which I have endured. Gather ‘round, gather 'round. As the woods fill up with snow in the long, dark evenings of December. As the shopping malls become choked with flashing lights and cheap tinsel and terrible music. As every website you visit starts flashing dubious deals at you, thinking that this time of the year, more than any other, you might be susceptible to advertising.
By Roderick Makim3 years ago in Fiction
The Muse and the Mouse
The Muse and the Mouse “I don’t want to do it,” said the roach, preening his hind leg nervously. A bit of dust garbled his words, twisting his whining into unintelligible clips. The mouse raised her eyebrows and cocked her head to the side, pausing, then her eyes widened like two tiny saucers as she finally grasped her anxious cohort’s meaning.
By Christina Marie3 years ago in Fiction
