Humor
The Prank Phone Call
Glovanna knew all the rules for prank calling. She knew that the prankster should ensure the prank never involved the authorities; that they should never make threats; that they should not impersonate the police; and that they shouldn’t call emergency hotlines.
By Dr. Stanley G. Robertson4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Scorpion King
It is a legend that is known. On Halloween night if you stare too long at the ground then a savage and vicious scorpion will be found. Your bones will tremble with fear because he will appear. No where to turn and wait for your fate. Don't run to a psychic because she won't know the date? You can't run or hide. So many begged for mercy and cried. He hide in the shadows anticipating a victim for his sting. By the way, he is a dapper scorpion who is known to dress in the finer things. Where he came from, I don't know? He search for his prey on nightly strolls! He wasn't always this mean. One fateful night, he was stung by a scorpion himself and started to lean. I thought I was a dog but now I am a hybrid breed. That was his inner thought. His new found strength can't be bought! Just one look and your blood will run cold. Dare to take a peek, oh you are so bold!
By Karaokesinga4 years ago in Fiction
You're sure of a big surprise.
The Archibalds stole my daughter’s teddy bear. That’s all there was to it. That is all I need to say. I do not take the fifth, your honour. My barrister has offered me no advice, my lord. They took her teddy, and I decided I would take it back and make them pay for their impudence.
By Raymond Cummings4 years ago in Fiction
Interrupted
Selene sat on the floor of her bedroom, door shut, curtains closed. It was dark save for the candle burning in front of her. She lit the sacred herbs on fire, waving the smoke before her in the shape of a pentacle. The crystal ball, resting on a wooden stand, glinted in the candlelight.
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
You'll Get What's Coming To You
Andy, a man in his early twenties with light-brown hair curling in waves above his John Lennon glasses, was sitting in a faded red booth. The booth was shoved in the back of a restaurant that tried to feel like an old diner. What it really felt like, however, due to the food it served and the atmosphere it projected, was exactly what it was: a downtown hipster hangout.
By Josh Workman4 years ago in Fiction
Motorcycle
It was a Sunday afternoon, West had just come home from college the day before while on spring break. He was enjoying the nice day fixing his motorcycle in his parents’ driveway while his mom was hastily cooking Sunday dinner and his father was out with his gulf buddies celebrating one of their friends 60th birthday. As West was fixing his motorcycle, a little boy about 5 years old walked over from the neighboring house straight up to West and began to speak without hesitation.
By Destiney Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
Plenty of Fish in the Aquarium
Even though it seems like Vanessa has fun being in the Aquatic Life department at PetWorld with me, I think the reason she likes Will is because he is in Grooming. I bet she likes the way he has such command of the dogs. How when they are on the metal table awaiting a nail-trimming or brushing or haircut, he demands their obedience. How he takes control of their (sometimes) large, muscular bodies. Vanessa seems slippery like a fish herself, and wild. Maybe she wants him to tame her. I bet she fantasizes about him fearlessly shampooing a snarling German Shepard. If only she could see that he’s just working at a glorified dog salon.
By Chelsey Burden4 years ago in Fiction
Cody's Last Wish
The sound of the shelter is cold, dark, and dank. The cement floor wasn't comfortable no matter where he laid. In the last row of kennel cages there weren't anymore dogs, but him. This dog had brown pointy ears, a dark brown face, white fur with brown spots around his neck, down his front legs, and all underneath his belly. His back was brindled with brown and light brown. The tip of his tail had a speck of white. His eyes were an amber brown. Those amber eyes showed fear. He was absolutely terrified. On his kennel was a card that had a number on it, it read 'Dog: A-19645'. That was his name.
By Nicole Meilstrup4 years ago in Fiction
Double Exposure
Sandra sat in her car composing herself for several minutes before opening the door to the summer’s heat and stepping out onto the sun-baked pavement. She was an attractive brunette and to her pleasure, most people guessed her age at around the mid-thirties, almost ten less than her actual years. Although anxious, her pretty face showed little of her nervousness, a trace of a smile playing across her lipstick reddened lips. Only her deep brown eyes, darting around to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, showed anything of her true emotions. Beneath her plain white blouse, her heart was racing, and as she opened the gate to number 23 and started up the path, it seemed to accelerate another few degrees. The semi-detached house she approached could have been any house, in any street, in any number of London’s suburbs. It looked well maintained; the gardens were neat and tidy, the flower beds weeded, the lawns trimmed. Swallowing deeply, almost theatrically, Sandra pulled back the brass door knocker and rapped it twice against the Oxford blue door. She heard sounds coming from deep in the house and then footsteps approaching the front door.
By Phil Tennant4 years ago in Fiction
