Humor
Pork Pie
We had a family friend called Arthur. Of all of our friends and acquaintances Arthur was the roughest. And I mean rough as a badger’s arse. He wasn’t very educated and he was certainly opinionated but as the saying goes, he was a rough diamond and would do anything to help out (especially old ladies).
By Julie Murrow4 years ago in Fiction
All My Friends and Relatives Eat Shit
“Hi there. My name is Ralph and I’m a Dung Beetle. I live on the western edge of the tropical Amazon rainforest in a country called Ecuador. I very seldom see the sun because of the massive overhead canopy formed by the large tropical trees in our neighborhood. We do have a daytime and a night time though. The night time is very dark and I can often see the stars through the openings in the trees. But in the daytime, it is very difficult to see the sky. Because of the light coming through the leaves above me, everything appears to have a green tinge to it. I’ve heard that in most places in the world, daylight is white. In my forest, however, the daylight is green light.
By John Oliver Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Zuma
“Mom, I can stand up!” “I know you can, but you can show me some other time. Please sit.” Four-year-old Tyson wanted to do everything the way his older brother did, including pee standing up. But their flight was about to board and Marielle didn’t have time to wipe up the pee that would invariably end up on the seat and, probably, floor.
By Brett Lalli 4 years ago in Fiction
Trick or Treat
Baylor was rushing throughout the apartment in a panic getting ready for work, on Halloween. While her roommate, Kinsey, sat at the kitchen island eating a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie watching the entire scene unfold. Baylor paused for a moment to look over at her sweet-toothed roommate, “ You know, you will eventually have to actually do your homework? Professor Zelena doesn’t do extensions and you’re already failing as it is. So maybe you can put down the ice cream and go in there to write your paper.” She juts her finger toward the bedroom.
By Karina Ruiz4 years ago in Fiction
The Vengeful Secret
Cecelia fought back a wave of nausea as she stood on the threshold of the community hall. For years, she had entertained childish fantasies about revenge. But what seemed justified in theory suddenly felt unnecessarily cruel. Shameful, even.
By Amelia Mathis 4 years ago in Fiction
Marvin's Birthday Party
For most of his young life Marvin Bog was an only child. It was a tremendous, great, wonderful thing to be an only child, or so he would have told anyone who asked. Every Christmas and each birthday he got every single thing his heart desired. He had a large screen t.v., every new gaming console that ever came out, a gaming p.c and an iPad. As far as pets went he had two dogs and a slider turtle, an aquarium full of exotic fish, a cage of lovebirds, two cats and an iguana named Morty. His allowance was $200 a month which he got without ever doing chores and he got extra pocket money just to treat his school friends after school. Everyone in Marvin’s entire family treated him like a little prince.
By Sara Zaidi4 years ago in Fiction
A Fun Little Game
The silence started to get on Andrew’s nerves. Ten people, all sitting in a room, and nothing to talk about? Not even basic pleasantries. He could tell his incessant fidgeting was starting to annoy those around him, as he caught a few glares from over the top of the cubicles. He was desperate for something, anything to break the frustration of the silence.
By Ed Flaherty4 years ago in Fiction
