Satire
Love on a Rainy Day !
"Love on a Rainy Day" The rain was pouring down in sheets, and the streets were slick and shiny as Logan made his way to the coffee shop. He'd been thinking about her all day, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer to see her again. When he arrived, she was already there, sitting at a small table by the window.
By Prabakaran S3 years ago in Fiction
The Superhero's Wife
There’s a head in the fridge. Again. It’s decaying and starting to smell appalling and they didn’t even have the decency to put it on the empty shelf. That’s the hotdogs gone before Friday! I’ll have to empty everything out once I get out of here. Fortunately, it’s only slightly chilly.
By Robyn Little3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted Mansion of the Ghostly Young Girl
Once upon a time, in a small, remote town, there was an old, abandoned mansion. The mansion was said to be haunted by the ghost of a young girl who died under mysterious circumstances. The villagers whispered that her ghost roamed the halls of the mansion, searching for revenge against those who had wronged her. No one dared to enter the mansion, for fear of being possessed by the vengeful ghost.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
Confessions
If walls could talk...they wouldn't. Seriously, what would be the point? How can I put this delicately? Walls like myself are experts in human behavior. We have literally seen and heard it all. Like good therapists, we could easily straighten out humanity if people would just listen to us. Unfortunately, we can't because they won't.
By Audrey Steele3 years ago in Fiction
Top Secret Documents Raid!
As I was standing in my front yard minding my own business and wondering what the neighbors were up to, when a black sedan followed by a phalanx of black SUVs, squealed around the corner and pulled up in front of various residences on my block and stopped.
By Craig Tyson Adams3 years ago in Fiction
Mastermind Sketch
Here I am in this dark room sat by three strangers. In front of us is Magnus whose suit blends intonthe darkness. Behind us is an audience. I’ve done many things; I sang for Simon Cowell and Prince Charles, (when his dear mummy was still about);and ate kangaroo balls in a jungle. Nothing compared to this. The lights go on as the music played. The theme almost has a sense of doom now I’m on the other side of the screen.
By Chloe Gilholy3 years ago in Fiction
Lament of the neglected walls!
If walls could talk and be absolutely pissed, I would throw your piss back at you, I would yell loudly for everyone to hear, at the top of my voice, to tell you to stop pissing on me. It has not rained in many days, and I stink to high heaven and back.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
