Humor
Panic of the Gods
"And, they've taken Corinth." A groan rose up from the crowd gathered around the large globe that spun slowly in the center of their lavish room. Hermes threw his hands in the air and began hastily gathering his stuff, flitting here and there in a way that annoyed every god around him.
By Robin Laurinec4 years ago in Fiction
Owl’s Well That Ends Well
Jim threw another log on the campfire, adding more fuel to the pillar of flame before them. The one that already looked high enough that it could singe the stars above. He grabbed another Budweiser from the cooler and flopped into his chair. It was another perfect evening, just him and his friends sitting around the fire, drinking and laughing. “Good on ya, Jimmy boy,” Ted exclaimed, “You’ll get on the bad side of Smokey the Bear yet!” Jim and the others howled at the thought of Smokey stopping by to swat Jim on his backside.
By Lloyd Farley4 years ago in Fiction
How I'll Pick your next Incarnation
Hello, I am an inter-life circumstance adjuster. The Souls at HQ asked me to write this piece so that you, humans, will be better informed. We don’t really expect you to make better choices, dear me no! That would be hoping for too much. We’re just tired of your making all of the wrong assumptions, so our Human Information Division decided it was time to do something about that. After all, we’ve been flooded with processing here for the past two years. Perhaps I should explain.
By Paul A. Merkley4 years ago in Fiction
Bonnie and the Wolves
Mother always told me to beware of the barn owl. You see, in my old-school Anglican family, belief in animal symbolism rivals that of the pagans they claim to have spiritually superseded. A hummingbird means a happy day, and the sight of a bat leads to a two-hour interrogation from my parents about where I’ve been that week. I didn’t question it much growing up, probably because I didn’t know what Ms. Durham the front desk receptionist meant when she called my parents nuts for picking me up early whenever they received a bad omen (in my defense, they do have arguably almond-shaped faces and a last name to match!).
By Jacqueline Shea4 years ago in Fiction
Beside the Bride
Have you ever wondered what the underside of a table looks like? Not a cheap folding table that folds out every Christmas for your cousin’s four kids and your younger brother who couldn’t fit at the adult table. I’m talking about the underside of a real table. A table with four triangles of wood connecting the legs to the top. One with thick support beams crisscrossing between the corners that didn’t get the glossy finish of the topside, each roughly sanded with sharp points sticking out here and there. A pinch of pain serges through my pointer finger. Great! Because who doesn’t love a splinter.
By Scott Bradbrook4 years ago in Fiction
One and One
Have you ever had one of those nights when you just want to drive around town, maybe stop at a gas station for a bite and then keep going? Without a specific idea where to go, or even a plan about what to do. And you roll your windows down, you start listening to the local radio station that you haven't listened for a while, you take the service road running along the side of the freeway, turning right and left a few times in a row, making time to look like it stopped without consequences. Is one of those days when your mind runs rampant and the white noise makes a ringtone keep buzzing in your ear.
By Alex Torres4 years ago in Fiction
