Humor
The Three miserable words
I stood by my desk pacing back and forth just staring at my screen, and I hate to admit it but my eyes were starting to see things that weren’t even there. For a moment I saw a glimpse of hope, a glimpse of retrieving my information from my account. I understand the security measures that some websites offer to secure one’s own account, only thing is I did a pretty good job of securing my account well, so well in fact I had forgotten my password. I was 2 attempts away from my account being locked. “Damn it!” I thought, “I need to log in to my account by tonight! I can’t take out my date without money!” I spoke. “Wait don’t I have money saved in my emergency fund box?!” I ran as fast as I could to my closet door and opened the box! “EMPTY! How!? Oh right” I thought, I paid the mechanic to fix my car earlier that week.
By Richard Nina3 years ago in Fiction
The Five Stages of too Many Attempts
My hands froze hovering over the keyboard and mouse. There might have been a slight twitch in my eye, though honestly, that’s not where my focus was. The oppressive glow of the fluorescent lights off the government-gray walls for once is not the current cause of my forming headache.
By E Montgomery3 years ago in Fiction
My Little Eye
Truth be told, I wrote this in my head earlier, but I’ve already forgotten what I’d said… so here we go again. Actually in fact, let me backtrack, retrace my steps and hold my brain at freeze-point (that’s where I threaten to do nothing until I remember what’s been lost). Is it still procrastination if I’m saving the fun things, savouring the journey? Yes. Yes? What is that buzzing noise FOR THE SAKE OF FUCK?
By Alexane Dunn3 years ago in Fiction
A Man Called Jospeh
I step through the door and into the stuffy government building, my shoes clicking on the marble floors. The air drips with heat and sweat, and even a slight scent of curry powder. The staff must've just had Indian food for their lunch break. I contend with the noxious smell as I wrestle with the phone in my hand, struggling to turn off the speaker.
By Chris Heller3 years ago in Fiction
The UN-expected Vault
The UN-expected Vault I screwed my eyes shut and scrutinized the panorama displayed on the backs of my eyelids. An alarmingly stark landscape lay before me. Nothing lay behind me, not even the shambles of what had once been. I approached the single identifiable feature that stood out among the nondescript monochromatic lumps littering the central plain of my imagination. It was a vault, a formidable-looking vault as big as—well, it was big. Warehouse-big.
By Ben Waggoner3 years ago in Fiction
