Humor

Water Stained
He’s being a dick. He knows he’s being a dick which makes it all the more aggravating. We’re standing in the kitchen on Saturday morning talking, or rather, I’m talking about the new coffee shop on Belmont and how I’d like the three of us to walk over there as soon as Winnie gets out of the shower.
By Vivian R McInerny3 years ago in Fiction
I Do...Not.
As I stood in my wedding dress and my makeup artist touched up my lips, I heard my wedding party cheering. Did Taylor Swift accept my invitation and just show up? No. Yet, much like Swift herself, something did drop from the heavens above. I opened the window and called out, “What is that!?!” All at once, the group made their way inside and up the stairs to me.
By Steven Rice3 years ago in Fiction
The White Christmas
Am I prepared for this Christmas? I am aware that many people have been anticipating their Christmas gifts since the beginning of the cold season. We dive headfirst into the holiday shopping season, searching high and low for the most thoughtful presents to give to our loved ones. Having a cup of coffee in the snow is a match made in heaven.
By Hazel Paradise3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 90
Rhilo decided to keep his distance once again . He must believe in his stamina I thought , as he shot one wind ball in our direction. He jumped in the air and then shot one at the ground at a 60 degree angle . Propelling himself into the distance . We both dodged the wind ball and let it go past us . It kept going until it landed in a small pond sending all of the water in the air . The immediate area became misty and I went to Visceroy to tell him my new plan .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
A Graveyard Romance
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was our anniversary, and I couldn’t wait to celebrate with my wife. It was nice to get away from the kids for a little while.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ 89
After the dodge and gaining some distance , we hid amongst some trees . As so we could have the upper hand in our next exchange . Even from a distance we could hear Rhilo yelling out loud ." Hiding won’t work !" We could see where he was because , a strong gust of wind started to circle him as he walked around . He was destroying small trees in his path .Even the big trees were highly damaged . He walked around carefully and slowly while searching for us . As to be cautious for surprise attacks . While he walked around the wind surrounding him casually destroyed his surroundings .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Sorrows Remedy
I was staring out the window into my neighbor’s yard, admiring her beauty. Some might find this creepy or weird, but they didn’t understand. I have autism, and was uncomfortable socializing with new people. Most times when I tried, people would laugh and make fun of me, or find an excuse to walk away from me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 88
Rhilo jumped backwards in the air . He waved his fan at the ground . When he did that the wind instantly formed and then turned into a larger green ball . He shot it at the ground and launched his own body into the air to gain great distance from us . Then he spinned really fast again , waving his fan while mid air . Launching two green balls of wind at us this time .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
No Boxes for Old Women
Darlene was wrist deep in soil when the machine flew over her head. It was barely audible, though she knew her hearing was fading. Lately, she had to turn the television up to twenty just to hear it.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Fiction
Unknown Sender
"Yeti, where are ya going?" I call out to my dog as he leaps off the bed, running to the back door of my small apartment. Yeti starts sniffing the gap at the bottom of the door vigorously then huffs at whatever he thinks may be on the other side.
By S.J. Parker3 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery Box: So, This is It! Can I Keep it?
"What's in the Box?" Charlie said. "I don`t know?" I replied. He continued, "Well then what are you waiting for, why don't you open it?"
By Jennifer Cooley3 years ago in Fiction
Grandma Martha
It’s another hectic morning in the Richards household in the old farmhouse down Township Road 480 in rural Connecticut. The kids are getting ready for school, alternating sharing the bathroom between brushing teeth and peeing before the long bus ride into town. Gillian, the wife, finishes blow drying her hair and yells Goodbye! to the kids as they run out the door. She gets dressed and heads into the kitchen, throwing two multigrain slices of bread into the toaster.
By Kendra Marya3 years ago in Fiction