Humor
Rumpelstiltskin Returns
The castle was empty. Only the occasional servant seen, dressed in black. Certain portraits on the walls shielded with darkened curtains, as tradition dictates. Mourners poured across castle grounds in lines of ebony, onyx, jet, raven - so many shades of black. Veiled women dabbed at their watery eyes. Men walked with their heads hung low. Only footsteps and the occasional sniffle echoed through the town as the citizens returned to their homes. Even the children were unrealistically silent. Several carriages carried off the important, the elderly, and those from lands far, far away.
By Shelby Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
Subtle
The young woman's heels clicked as she strolled down the water's edge to the Ponte 16. The white, yellow, and burgundy building cast a shadow of jagged rectangles over her, the shade checkered with pale squares where the sun shone through the windows. As she sauntered between the columns framing the geometric, fluorescent magenta crystal ball, its fiery rays rippled on the silver cherry blossoms embroidered onto her dark blue qipao.
By Wen Xiaosheng4 years ago in Fiction
Jokus Practicalicus (Part III)
. . . previously on Jokus Practicalicus, Jonas was saved from Joe’s brutal behavior by his teacher Miss Anderson, while another teacher’s belongings fell out her desk drawer – LOL, LMAO, LMFAO, HAHAHA. Mortimer played a trick on his friend, who ended up in the police station!! Jerry, Will, Morris and Danny had a close brush with danger in the form of Jerry’s uncle, but were eventually saved by an unknown garage mechanic. George plays a trick on Bill and some other friends as they all end up NOT winning the lottery . . .
By John Oliver Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Dr. Z and the HOA
Dr. Zackary Middleton, Ph.D., former professor of Astral Genetics, moved to Grapefruit Gardens Condominiums, Boca Citrus, FL. He quickly decided there were too many old people there. According to his residency application, his academic career had focused on geriatric sequencing. The board promptly approved his application and offered him a seat on the board. Dr. Z’s opinions mattered.
By Ed N. White4 years ago in Fiction
The Oh So Potted Moose. Top Story - December 2021.
Preacher Steve was driving the Parks Highway. The cruise control set at 69, his favorite number. He’d reached the midway point between Fairbanks and Nenana. That’s Nenana, rhymes with banana. As he passed Skinny Dick’s Halfway Inn, he was distracted by a new sign: Liquor in the Front, Poker in the Rear
By Jack Nanuq4 years ago in Fiction
Jokus Practicalicus (Part I)
Chapter One There are a gazillion different tricks and gags, one might see played on people of all ages during one’s lifetime. Some are just plain lame. Others are pretty good. But, there are several practical jokes out there, that will stand forever in the chronicles of sheer brilliance and creativity. Jokes which cause one to stretch one’s imagination so far, that it is truly difficult to believe the jokes themselves, much less the accounts of them, are actually true.
By John Oliver Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Jokus Practicalicus (Part II)
. . . previously on Jokus Practicalicus, Jonas was saved from Joe’s brutal behavior by his teacher Miss Anderson, while another teacher’s belongings fell out her desk drawer – LOL, LMAO, LMFAO, HAHAHA. Mortimer played a trick on his friend, who ended up in the police station!!
By John Oliver Smith4 years ago in Fiction
A Disgruntled Salad Stick
Monday. It's not a bad view from the sea floor, I must admit. Mountains of coral form underwater forests in the sand that sway with the currents of warm tropical waters. Light shimmers in from the surface, illuminating the schools of fish which reflect every colour under the sun. Of course, I only know this from word of mouth because I unfortunately don't have any eyes. It could be an absolute s#%&*@!e for all I know.
By J. R. Lowe4 years ago in Fiction
Simplify Me
Nancy continued staring out her dorm window without a care in the world for the algebra test tomorrow. Her homework and class notes were laid strewn over her desk as if trying to piece together abstract art. A sigh escaped her lips. Her temples pulsed lightly, her eyes weighed down by the temptation of sleep she’d never get to have.
By Lauren J. Bennett4 years ago in Fiction
