Humor
Thumb Sucker
You might be surprised to find out I used to have pretty good looking arms that reached high and could do all the usual things. It was amazing and I miss those days quite often. Now I've found some perks from the arms I have, so it's not all that terrible anymore. This is the story of how I got such fascinating arms.
By Mitch Nelson3 years ago in Fiction
Time Over and Again, Chapter 3
To start from the first chapter, click here. To read the previous chapter, click here. A few days went by. Or, at least, what felt like a few days. Frankly, it could have been much longer, or even much shorter. Without the sun ever rising or setting, it was hard to tell how much time, if any at all, was passing. Len had been carrying Sasha for quite some time, but he had recently let her start walking on her own again.
By Tanner Linares3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 3: Better Off Dead
Jarek Blackwell and Einar Greyfellow sit atop a snowy hill, watching the old farmer’s cabin burning in the frozen glade below. Sunlight filters, through the dense trees behind them, flowing down into the clearing. White smoke belches out of the cabin’s open back door. The last songs of the dying drift away eerily into the new day. Listening intently, Jarek knows with iron certainty that none of the screams he hears belong to his father.
By Dylan Crice3 years ago in Fiction
Talea The Volleyball Star
It was lunchtime, Talea was eating lunch and talking to her best friend Timothy. They always ate first and then went to play on monkey bars. Today at this break it was raining, the monkey bars were wet. Talea could not go and play on monkey bars, so one of her classmates came. It was Zach and Lachlan and his volleyball team; he came over to us. They asked Timothy if he wanted to play volleyball in the shed, and Timothy said yes. Timothy asked me if I wanted to play Volleyball, and I said yes, but then Lachlan said, ‘girls can’t play volleyball.’ Then Zach agreed, and he said ‘You do not even know the rules to play this game.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Fiction
The Runaway Train Going Nowhere
Chapter One I go on a girl's night out with my Friends Gina, Carissa, and Jadicka a Homosexual man a better way of putting it should I say, we were in his pink Catlelike with the rag top down, all dressed to impress I guess, on the road we were talking it's a Friday night and was just a cruising laid back chilling listen to our Jam, and talking.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis3 years ago in Fiction
The Aliens That Laugh at Us
How often do you think your workplace or living situation would make for a good comedy or drama? Well let me tell you about the Reticula Alliance. The Reticula Alliance is an alliance of billions of star systems throughout the universe. Some are billions of years more advance than Earth while others are only a few hundred. They share culture, history, language, science, entertainment and much more between each other. They do find human entertainment interesting but their studies of the billions upon billions of worlds they have studied have shown no planet that has not united as a whole after a century pass their industrial revolution ever colonizing outside their star system and very few make if a thousand years after the Industrial Revolution or at least they knock themselves back centuries through climate change, social upheaval and war. They give humans a 0.00012% chance of ever making it out of their system.
By Ferrari King3 years ago in Fiction
The Real Uncensored Story of Ogopogo
Legend has it — and fake news has been trying to bury this story ever since I made a meal of one those, particular, Kelowna inhabitants — that I lurk just off the coast of Knox Mountain, in this sort of bay, a wee bit from a place called: Paul’s Tomb. It may be, for this reason, that Kelownafornians erected a sculpture of me and then promptly sank the darn thing into the water, at a depth of 25 feet. But, anyhow, it is often here, upon the side of the gorge, where the unfortunate would-be trekker might just lose his or her footing, and, quite unceremoniously, fall from the jagged ledge — and plummet into the cool, dark, waters below. Occasionally, it is here, too, that I happen to snatch one of these Kelownafornians by the ankle and swiftly drag them with me far, far, down into the depths below, whilst he or she is still squirming like spawning salmon during the month of September.
By Delusions of Grandeur 3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 15
Danny lay there as still as a corpse under the covers. His heart thudded faster against his ribs with every step the intruder took closer to his bed. The room was pitch dark save for the sliver of pale moonlight that crept in through the cracks in the shutters, shielding the intruder's identity...not that Danny would be able to see them very well anyway without his glasses. Soon however, he was able to make out a silhouette in his peripheral vision, standing directly over him. He tried to control his breathing and lie as motionless as possible, pretending to still be asleep. If he could surprise them, there was a chance - however slim - that he could overpower his attacker before they carried out whatever dastardly deeds they had come to enact.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 5: Code: Red (Remix Version) Part 2: The Battle of the Agency
Previous Mission First Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not own Club Penguin, Roblox, or Super Smash Bros. Brawl. They belong to their respective owners with respect to all other character ownership rights.>
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
SOCK
My wife Jill and I were folding laundry Sunday afternoon, after having finally come up with a system to keep socks together. She found these great huge plastic diaper pins at Michael's in the bargain bin, so we'd spent a smelly while pinning dirty socks together before throwing them into the washer. Brilliant! I thought, as I sorted through the pinned pairs to roll them and put them away. And then... shit. Where's the other Nike sweat sock? Oh, yeah. The fabric was too thick for the novelty pin to penetrate so I just tossed that pair in willy-nilly and crossed my toes (they are socks after all.)
By Synecdoche3 years ago in Fiction
