Humor
The Haunted House on the Hill
The old house on the hill had been abandoned for years. It stood as a lonely sentinel, a relic of a bygone era, its walls weathered and crumbling. For as long as anyone could remember, the house had been shrouded in mystery and whispers of supernatural phenomena. Some said it was cursed, haunted by the spirits of its former inhabitants who had met untimely ends. Others claimed that it was merely the product of overactive imaginations, a figment of the collective subconscious of the town.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
The Cat's tongue
Clammy hands etched out a repetitive statement on the dogwood table; I am alone, was carved over one thousand times across it; adding several entries every day. You would think Karl was being punished by his elementary teacher for saying naughty words during the Pledge of Allegiance. But it was routine for him. His saddened soul would wake every morning wondering what he did to deserve this life. His wife of twenty years, along with his daughter of twelve years were taken to heaven on a stormy April day. He blamed himself for being so consumed in his own work, that he couldn't take the time to pick up his daughter Tara from school, so his wife went. Neither one returned after a mudslide brought their time on earth to a sudden end.
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Whispers
I was born four years ago in a pet shop on Sweden's west coast. I don't remember much of my first months, yet I am grateful a kind man chose me to surprise his wife for her birthday. I was six weeks old, female and she was fifty-six. Apparently, she had been through a rough year with her physical health and I was meant to brighten her daily life. She was determined to bond with me, in that dogged human way when they repeat words and expect bountiful results such as sitting up on command, giving out treats for ridiculous behaviours and exhausting themselves loopy with ideas to communicate. I had everything, agility training, paper towel tubes, toys, freedom to be in her and her husband's bed to watch television and okay, I enjoyed being spoiled to some extent. She named me Bella; I am part Dwarf and part Lion-Haired and without seeming vain, I admit I live up to my name.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Island: A Thrilling Adventure of Survival and Discovery
Deep in the heart of the jungle, there lived a charismatic and clever parrot named Polly. Polly had a unique gift; she could speak the language of all the animals that lived in the jungle. One day, as Polly was flying over the jungle, she heard a conversation among a group of animals. The discussion was about the disappearance of the Jungle Heart, a rare and precious gemstone that kept the jungle lush and green.
By Helen Smith3 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Box
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the hills, there lived a young boy named Jack. Jack was known throughout the village for his mischievous ways and his love for adventure. He was always eager to explore the world around him and to see what lay beyond the boundaries of his village.
By Sri Piragas 3 years ago in Fiction
High Times
My name is Jazzie and I am a cat, I am neither old nor am I young but somewhere happily in between. Now, I am not your run of the mill, mouse chasing, dog hating cat. Quite frankly, I dislike everyone but I digress. What is it that makes me special? I not only understand my human, but I talk to him. That’s right, you read that correctly, I speak to my human. This isn’t an everyday occurrence, I can’t afford to spoil the poor creature. No, I only speak to him when he has smoked his human-nip. I can only assume the humans sought to be more like us, so they found their own version of catnip. Endearing creatures, humans.
By Knucklez Deveraux3 years ago in Fiction
