Humor
Uh, Huh, Huh?
Alvin Pratt was so convinced that Elvis was still alive he had made it his life’s work to track him down. That he did so perpetually wearing the full gear and a lop-sided sneer, rather detracted from any credibility he might have carried, but Alvin was never one for short measures – except when dispensing drinks in the pub he ran with his wife, Effie.
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Fiction
Two Sides of the Coin
"Two sides of the same coin, you and me." The speaker sat scuffing his heels on a cloud top, sorting through a bag of sandwiches and trying his best not to listen to the attempts of his companion to master a relatively simple piece for harp and solo falsetto.
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Fiction
Learning to fly
It was a crisp Autumn afternoon as I drove past the airport building and around to the side road where the private aircraft were kept. Biggin Hill Airport is a former RAF base just outside of London and you could still see some of the wartime barracks and the airmen’s chapel beside the more modern air terminal. I wasn’t interested in any of that. I was there for a flying lesson. My first ever flying lesson. An 18th birthday present from Mum and Dad.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
The Method Mission
One day, three friends named Jericho, Hunter, and Lita were at their favorite hangout, the Palace of Sweet, and were discussing their science project, which was to give a synopsis of the scientific method. “What are we gonna do?” Hunter said. “We must present a diagram and outline of the scientific method by Thursday, and today is Tuesday, and we haven’t made any progress.” “Chill, dude,” said Lita. “We still have a day and a half to figure something out. Yeah, but when it comes to the scientific method, we all are wearing dunce caps. Oh! I just wish there was an easier way to learn more about it since the science books give little information,” said Jericho.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Fiction
(Dragon Breath)
DRAGON BREATH Dragons aren’t really the monsters they’re made out to be - they’re more like naive and very gangly, playful, puppies. However, there was this tendency to incinerate anything within fifty yards with their excitable and uncontrollable fiery breath. Now that was an unfortunate trait.
By Malcolm Twigg3 years ago in Fiction
Miracle’s Curse
Adrian shivered in the red brick hallways. Although there were red lanterns to guide him along the black floor, it was dark and cold. These maze-like hallways were bland and much the same; he had gotten lost more than once before. But somehow Sara Felle knew her way around without difficulties. This afternoon—closer to evening than midday, really—she had been summoned out of the mansion for reasons she wouldn't speak of. It was a relief to not have her sharp ice eyes on him wherever he went. But now wasn't the time to relax. He had to find the box. Sara had nearly killed him when he found it in one of the guest rooms. He had burns to prove it. But now he hungrily searched for it.
By Victoria Cage3 years ago in Fiction








