Humor
Mike Peters is Dead
Everyone knows by now that Mike Peters is dead. It happened a couple of months ago. He was riding his bike home from school when it happened. He had stopped to rest by an apartment building when a TV fell out of a top apartment window and landed right on his head. That was the end of Mike Peters , tragic I know. My name is Pepper and Mike is my boyfriend, we have been dating since the start of our junior year of high school. You will notice I said Mike is my boyfriend and not Mike was my boyfriend. The truth is we are still dating . Sounds weird doesn't it? Well it is the truth we are still dating and he is still my boyfriend. There is just one little problem now he is a ghost. Just keep in mind, no relationship is perfect. I mean we all have our struggles to keep a relationship working. I don't know why Mike had to stop in front of that apartment building. If he would have just kept on going we would not be in this predicament. But he did stop there and now here I am dating a dead boyfriend.
By Adriane Kirby4 years ago in Fiction
I Think I Left the Iron On. Top Story - November 2021.
To quote a “Very Funny Fellow” – I started out as a child. I spent the first twenty-four years of my life acting like a child and doing some rather childish things. I didn’t date much before then and even when I did reach the one quarter century mark, I still much preferred ‘playing’ to working. I played hockey and baseball and football whenever I could. I skipped work occasionally so that I could play these games, and others. Some would have called me immature, but I prefer to think of my habits and behaviors as simply efforts to preserve my youth. In my 28th year, I got married (finally, by my mother's account). After being on my own for my entire life to that point, it was difficult for me to get used to the things I needed to do as a married man. I had to refrain from executing some of my favorite bodily functions in public (or even in private). I couldn’t watch sports on television any more than two or three hours per week. Dishes had to be washed after every meal. Bathing, showering and shaving became almost daily expectations. Chairs could no longer be used for hanging my clothes. And, articles left on the floor for more than one or two days often disappeared from my collections altogether.
By John Oliver Smith4 years ago in Fiction
And the Dead Shall Rise, Maybe Around Noonish
When it was first reported that the dead had begun to rise, all I could think of were the zombie movies I’d seen. Mindless, rabid monsters seeking human flesh. Few of the living ever survived as the rest of the world fell to the ravenous undead.
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
The animal inside
My name is Garfield Logan, but please call me Garth. Boy do I have an interesting story to tell you. I don't know how I should tell you this but I have some interesting, abilities. I still don't completely understand my powers, I don't even know how I really got them but that's not really important. There are shape shifters, I think. But I can't think of any other metahumans that can do what I can do. For some weird reason, I have the ability to change into any animal I want. Oddly, I always turn out green for some reason which is strange but again that's besides the point. The first time I had a transformation I was just walking in the woods when a mountain lion came out of no where. I was absolutely terrified but I remembered the rules, never run because it will trigger their predatory instincts. Instead, you should stand your ground against a mountain lion. Make yourself as large as possible and make as much noise as possible, and the lion will back off. So that's exactly what I did. However when I did something very strange happened, the roar I made sounded exactly like the roar of a bear. Almost immediately the lion ran off back into the woods. I'd never made a sound that loud. And when I looked down I saw my hands turning into paws and felt myself getting taller. Apparently I transformed into a bear. Thankfully for me I wasn't stuck as a bear, I actually transformed back into myself very quickly but it was scary to say the least.
By Dyllon Rodillon4 years ago in Fiction
When You Meet A Guy At A Bar
When you meet the love of your life at a bar in Chelsea at 2 am on a Friday night, refuse the drink he’ll offer you. And refuse it again the second time he asks, or he’ll ask you about your day. You’ll want to tell him that your dog got put down. Don’t tell him that. If you do, he’ll tell you that he has a dog that he loves very much (you invited the vampire in, didn’t you?). He’ll tell you his name is Hubert. You’ll laugh because whose name is Hubert? The dog? He clears this up for you. The dog is Hubert. He’ll show you a picture.
By Sierra Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
