Irony
The Great Key Kerfuffle: How a Tiny Misplacement Unlocked Townwide Chaos:
In the quaint hamlet of Picklewick (population: 723 and a very opinionated goat), Mayor Thaddeus P. Whifflebottom III was known for three things: his impeccably waxed mustache, his obsession with ceremonial rituals, and his uncanny ability to turn molehills into mountains. The town’s motto, “Order Above All, Except Maybe Pie,” was etched into every park bench, mailbox, and the goat’s collar.
By Sanchita Chatterjee10 months ago in Humor
"The Misplaced Key"
"The Misplaced Key" The old house at the end of Maple Street had long been a favorite of Marissa's. Stories of the past were whispered by the attractiveness of its ivy-clad windows and ancient stone walls. For as long as Marissa could remember, her grandma, Eleanor, had resided in this home. The house, however, was now deserted. The future of the mansion seems dubious after Eleanor's death a few months ago.
By Rajoan Islam10 months ago in Humor
Catching Language
Evelyn works primarily on the third floor that has grey walls and she runs the necessary items up to her boss. She picks the perfectly manicured laundry and strolls to the elevator. When she arrives at the fifth floor, she is greeted with bright orange walls. She presses the bell on the white empty desk.
By Lisa Pulliam10 months ago in Humor
Mother Combs' Garden
One day early last summer, I went outside and worked in my garden, listening to the classic rock station on the radio. Busy pulling weeds and tilling the soil for new summer plants to be put in beds I was soaking up the gentle sun. The weather was beautiful that day, as I remember, and I was eager to prepare the garden for a party that weekend. I was really into the music, singing along where I knew the words, and humming where I didn’t. I didn’t hear the tiny voice behind me.
By Mother Combs10 months ago in Humor
