Humor
Spaghetti Family part 9, like honey to a pesky bee
I couldn’t stop crying. It was like the world as I knew it was over. Manny didn’t remember what I was to him, either did Robin. They had some memories just not the most recent ones of us together free in that new community in our new home.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
The Belchies - Tina
Tina sat at her desk as the evening grew darker, the light from the lamp shined off her black framed glasses as she looked out the window overlooking the ocean. Her mind wandering to her family and friends she hadn't heard from in what felt like a lifetime. After the passing of her father only months after her divorce from Jimmy Jr., Tina felt alone and lost. She purchased a small two-story craftsman home on the beach a few towns away, and dove into her passion of writing 'Dark Romance' novels. To her surprise a local publisher had taken a vast interest in her works, and began publishing them as fast as she could write them, giving her a decent income to live on.
By Neferitiri3 years ago in Fiction
"Camouflage" (Roman Version)
So, like most parties, in this campaign, we were not in a modern setting. We were in a D&D 5e Fantasy version of the Roman Empire, circa 600AD. Also like most parties, we ended up making a decent number of references to more modern entertainment. The first time that I did it actually even made it into the campaign as something Bastian ended up singing one night - not so much to the party, but more to himself while he was bored. Lead to some interesting interactions. That'll come later as I go through his journal entries.
By Bastian Falkenrath3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon and the Tot
With a chill in the air and leaves swirling, it was the beginning of Fall. Dew covered the forest floor. Off in the distance was a faint whine. My ears perked up, and I squinted to see better. I am an older dragon, you know, and my senses aren't what they used to be. I laid my giant head back down and chose to ignore the noise. My eyes started to close as I dozed into slumber, but the whining grew louder. Annoyed and frustrated, I rose up from my cozy bed of leaves. I was used to getting my 30 plus years of sleep and without it, I get cranky. I stuck out my neck and squinted again to see what this disturbance was all about. There was nothing there. Nothing but the misty fog and cold, still forest. The noise had seized and all was quiet.
By Shanon Canuto3 years ago in Fiction










