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Better to Be Short and Good-Looking Than Tall and Ugly
Last week, I wrote a poem for Ellie Hoov's Wonderland Challenge Day 4 : One of the creators, who was kind enough to read the poem and make a comment (Susan Fourtané), asked about the background of the poem. I explained it was originally a song I wrote years ago, but I would expand on it into a story. Here it is.
By Calvin London8 months ago in Humor
The Chicken We Eat
It’s Tuesday again, which is wild because it was just Tuesday the other day. Tuesdays entail eating dinner at an impossible speed so my husband and I can race both kids off to their overpriced dance classes where they learn a routine they then perform for one whole minute to an auditorium of hostages at the end-of-year dance show.
By Nora Ariana8 months ago in Humor
Facebook Vaudeville
Author's Introduction: The following dialogue is very loosely based on the true struggle that I have had with Facebook over the last week or so trying to get back into my Facebook after it got hacked and, subsequently, locked. Spoiler alert: it still has not been resolved.
By Stephanie Hoogstad9 months ago in Humor
Good~Hurt
THE Interviews: As a curious 'Observational Writer,' I am simply interested in having a glimmer of understanding, and not at all attempting to be judgmental, as to the reasons for Gen Z's often overwhelming displays of this art form slathered all over their bodies.
By Jay Kantor8 months ago in Humor
A coffee nightmare!
"Where, What, Why are my pants running away!" "No, No, I don't want you to follow!" I held the rest of my clothes tightly and squeezed under the bed after I fell to the ground to see if anyone was around. I held my breath in flight and fight mode but couldn't see anyone.
By Parvathi J10 months ago in Humor
Party Foul
“Who is this person again?” I calmly asked as I adjusted my unruly boxers for the twentieth time. “A friend from college, I told you, a sorority sister. We went to their wedding, remember? The one in Italy?” Of course, how could I forget? Star-crossed lovers from the Midwest opted out of a thirty-minute drive to their local church so they could force three hundred people to buy a 1500-dollar plane ticket, yeah I remember. “And Jason remember, her husband, you and him hit it off?” We in fact did not hit it off. I clocked Jason from a mile away, slick-backed hair, Oakleys hanging from his pastel color shirt. Speaking with him only affirmed my assumptions: trust fund baby with a high seat at his daddy's company table. I was shocked he could even talk with that silver spoon in his mouth.
By James U. Rizzi10 months ago in Humor
