Humor
Mischief and Mayhem
My name is Katherine and while visiting my cousin Edward at his cattle ranch in Texas several years ago, my four children and I enjoyed the change of pace from our busy lives back home in Florida. We learned about how much work it takes to care for horses, as well as the joy of riding, which I was glad my girls found out so they will stop asking Santa for a real pony. Riding is reasonable to do because there several stables around our home that provide trail riding. Because Cousin Edward also had chickens, a few cows and pigs, not to mention at least a dozen barn cats and their kittens, my kids and I had a wonderful time experiencing country living, as it were. The main rule is 'if you don't work, you don't eat' so everyone does something if they want to eat, so we planned to help as much as possible, even though this was supposed to be a vacation! A rooster woke us at early dawn, we had to get used to that, then we rose, dressed in 'work' clothes and helped gather the eggs from the hens. The eggs were still warm and the hens didn't seem to mind us reaching underneath them. We learned how to milk the cows and tasted fresh milk before it was pasteurized. It was an odd taste, but at the same time good.
By Merrie Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
Massive and Miniature
Bestla's large foot clamped on the side of the mountain. Or, more specifically, ice. Her heel slide as her toes tried to grab purchase on the high peak. She brought a sizeable hand to her face to wipe the mini-icicles from her long eyelashes. Once she saw the smooth side of the alp, she pierced her little piggies through the ice, finally grabbing hold of the mountain.
By Kay Burwell5 years ago in Fiction
Follow the Clues...
This would be my office one day. I’d never sit on this side of the desk again, either, staring at staged pictures of arrests that Chief Remington had nothing to do with that were hung beside pictures of his kids. Poor things looked just like Chief, too. I wondered what his daughter would look like if she grew his bushy mustache, she already resembled him so damn much. Did those kids also eat fast food out of a paper bag like the one sitting on Chief’s desk? Did they get the meat sweats too?
By Michael Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Sh-SHAW- ShuRA
Blue birds flew south for the winter, below the gray clouds and above the heads of high school students. I watched them flying in formation while my pencil tapped pointlessly at the paper on my desk. I tried to pay attention to Mr. Frank and his slide show about the French revolution, but I couldn’t get into it that day. I couldn’t even look like I was paying attention. I’d never tried it before, but that day I was looking for my house through the classroom window. I was hoping on some level that I wouldn’t see it, yet I kept scanning over the trees back and forth. I stayed in this trance until the final bell rang to set us free, like another flock of birds flying home, but without formation. Mr. Frank nodded to me as I left. I nodded back to acknowledge him, and then immediately wondered why.
By John Quill5 years ago in Fiction
Crow Presents
Veronica lay on the couch in sweat pants, eating straight out of a carton of vanilla ice cream. Demi, her roommate, had gone to visit her family for the weekend, leaving her with nothing to do. After dropping out of college Demi had gracefully allowed her to stay at her apartment. A month later she was dropping hints about getting a job and contributing to the rent. Demi started by mentioning how hard it was to work two jobs, or asking about Veronica’s plans for the future.
By Audrey Kaye Blue5 years ago in Fiction
Pass The Parcel
Don sat at his kitchen table. The fluorescent lighting did nothing to soften the menacing look on his menacing face. ‘The equation is simple. You owe me a great deal of money. You take the parcel, follow the instructions and deliver it. Then you don’t owe me any money.’
By Stephen Wyatt5 years ago in Fiction
Last Night
Andrew looked at the clock as he woke up – just after eight. He slid out of bed so as not to disturb Amy and moved towards the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. After the night they’d had, he was certain that Gary, Toby and Rebecca were going to need it. He quickly registered an unexpected woman on the couch, seemingly still asleep, and a very plain brown-paper wrapped box on the counter that separated the kitchen from the lounge.
By Chris Cunliffe5 years ago in Fiction
Curious Sir Samuel and the Suspicious Stranger
The lunchtime sun beat down on Sir Samuel as he sat and ate a meat pie. Old Lady Elsie had given it to him as he passed by on his way to report his lack of spider-slaying to Farmer Gerald. Sir Samuel drooled when the cinnamon-tinged smoky-sweet scent hit his nose before he even saw the stall where Elsie sold them. Lifting his arm to take another bite, his stewpot shield shifted to tap his elbow, and he gazed across the busy village square at Farmer Gerald’s stall. Waves of color filled the stands the farmer had placed on the counter, a veritable rainbow of fruits and veggies.
By Joshua R. Leuthold5 years ago in Fiction
