Humor
Trick or Treat
Baylor was rushing throughout the apartment in a panic getting ready for work, on Halloween. While her roommate, Kinsey, sat at the kitchen island eating a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie watching the entire scene unfold. Baylor paused for a moment to look over at her sweet-toothed roommate, “ You know, you will eventually have to actually do your homework? Professor Zelena doesn’t do extensions and you’re already failing as it is. So maybe you can put down the ice cream and go in there to write your paper.” She juts her finger toward the bedroom.
By Karina Ruiz5 years ago in Fiction
The Vengeful Secret
Cecelia fought back a wave of nausea as she stood on the threshold of the community hall. For years, she had entertained childish fantasies about revenge. But what seemed justified in theory suddenly felt unnecessarily cruel. Shameful, even.
By Amelia Mathis 5 years ago in Fiction
Marvin's Birthday Party
For most of his young life Marvin Bog was an only child. It was a tremendous, great, wonderful thing to be an only child, or so he would have told anyone who asked. Every Christmas and each birthday he got every single thing his heart desired. He had a large screen t.v., every new gaming console that ever came out, a gaming p.c and an iPad. As far as pets went he had two dogs and a slider turtle, an aquarium full of exotic fish, a cage of lovebirds, two cats and an iguana named Morty. His allowance was $200 a month which he got without ever doing chores and he got extra pocket money just to treat his school friends after school. Everyone in Marvin’s entire family treated him like a little prince.
By Sara Zaidi5 years ago in Fiction
A Fun Little Game
The silence started to get on Andrew’s nerves. Ten people, all sitting in a room, and nothing to talk about? Not even basic pleasantries. He could tell his incessant fidgeting was starting to annoy those around him, as he caught a few glares from over the top of the cubicles. He was desperate for something, anything to break the frustration of the silence.
By Ed Flaherty5 years ago in Fiction
Hinterland High
I walked into the home economics room and scanned around to find the teacher. Instead, I saw this girl that had something about her, a sort of interesting glow. She was sitting alongside a ‘jock’ type guy, that was pestering her to the limit. She was just trying to ignore him, as one would with a child behaving foolishly. But he was persevering through her walls of calm, and I could see everyone in their vicinity slyly watching them. It was obvious that they did not want to give this guy the satisfaction of attention, but they wanted to be witnessing when the girl snapped and clocked him.
By The Barnyard Scribbler5 years ago in Fiction
Surprise, surprise.
My heart jumped as my dogs, who, moments ago, were lying peacefully on my feet, started yelling, “INTRUDER! INTRUDER!” Well, that’s what I imagine them trying to yell anyway. It actually sounded like ‘Bark, bark! BA-OOOORK!” (The final bork came from the larger of the two pups with the galumphing stride who often chokes on her own tongue).
By Joanna Langemak5 years ago in Fiction
