Humor
Bird-Nerd's Aren't Real
Karen’s phone rang while she was weeding her flowerbeds. “Let it go to voicemail,” she thought to herself as she pulled dandelions out from around the marigolds. After the third hangup, she grabbed it and stared down at an unknown number. Hitting the message icon, she grumbled, “Who the hell can that be?” Listened impatiently, a raspy voice cracked over the speaker, “This is Jim Henderson. John asked me to bring one of the pups over when they were ready. I’ll be stopping by in five minutes.” "I guess I should go find him," she muttered as she hung up the phone. Hearing the pouch door slam, she looked up and saw her three sons running from the house.
By Suzanne Bennett Mcelroy5 years ago in Fiction
This One Takes the Cake
Life was strange. It was full of surprises. They often declared, “Expect the unexpected.” Karissa typically remained unfazed by the curveballs life occasionally threw her way, but nothing prepared her for the scene she found before her that day in her friend’s kitchen. Upon opening the door, the potently sweet scent of chocolate swam through the atmosphere, caressing her senses. It hung thick in the air. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she hit the heavy wall of the decadent aroma. She warily eyed the scene before her. There sat her friend, Serena, perched upon the granite counters next to a chocolate cake. She hummed merrily, legs crossed, in appreciation of her creation, eagerly anticipating the first bite.
By Jessica C.5 years ago in Fiction
A Day at the Beach
I shifted again on the lounge chair, trying to get comfortable, but it was nearly impossible. I was hot and sweating and there was sand everywhere. I kept an eye on Chris and Rebecca as they built a sandcastle, while pretending to read my book. I’d read the same paragraph at least a dozen times but I had no idea what it said. I finally set it down and looked out over the water, shading my eyes against the sun bouncing off the waves.
By Tali Mullins5 years ago in Fiction
It’s A Magical Life
The Queen liked chocolate. She was enamored with it. This is how the currency of the land came to be. We don’t trade in gold, silver, even copper or bronze. Diamonds and rubies have little worth. We trade in chocolate. The more chocolate you own, the more of a chance you have to attain The Queen’s favor. She controls all of the assets, your access to the market, even your ability to marry your true love. After all, she understands love. Your intended must be as good as chocolate.
By Lacie Perry5 years ago in Fiction
