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A Chicken Dinner Division
Jack invited his illiterate cousin. Jack’s wife, cousin, two sons and two daughters were present at dinner. The whole roast chicken was served.
Ainy AbrahamPublished about 6 hours ago in FictionUnveiling Mom’s Marriage Plans
Mom wanted Abraham to marry the girl of her choice. Abraham, “What is the height of the girl”? Mom, “Five feet two inches around”
Ainy AbrahamPublished about 6 hours ago in FictionPhillips & Sanderson
Scott sat in his period three biology class and tapped his pen impatiently on the textbook in front of him. Tap tap tap, tap-tap taap, tap-tap taap. In his mind, he was picturing Darth Vader striding to the command center of the Imperial Death Star while the soundtrack played in time with the pen taps. None of his classmates had any idea of this, of course, and they shot dark looks at his annoying noises. He was oblivious until his friend Mark tossed an eraser in his face.
Mack D. AmesPublished about 8 hours ago in FictionA Picnic Amidst the Hills
We had chosen to have our picnic amidst the hills. Abraham decided to get assistance from Google for directions. It began directing us. I was enjoying the scenery along the road; Abraham was listening to Google Assistant, and the children were listening to music.
Ainy AbrahamPublished about 11 hours ago in FictionThe Murderous Yorkshire Pudding
The thing about being a baked item is no-one expects you to have any feelings about anything because you are not sentient. You are created to be devoured. A little piece of chemistry, heated and served.
Rachel DeemingPublished about 14 hours ago in FictionThe Dark Threat
"And so our quest begins! And what a jolly troupe we are!" Argan's delight was not transmitting to the other two. Baffor was packing his horse and trying to resist the temptation to knock out the annoying little arse. Argan the arse! He smiled satisfyingly to himself at his nickname, which he would keep secret. For now. But if Argan kept on being so fucking cheerful, Baffor might have to do something. For his own sanity. The only thing that would redeem Argan was if he had some good stories for the fireside.
Rachel DeemingPublished about 15 hours ago in FictionGary's Break
"Gary, as a gentle story to break you in, can find something with an animal? A nice story. Of a rescue, or something." Gary listened to his editor and felt a bit disappointed. He wanted to be a gritty hard-nosed news reporter, investigating crime in the sleepy town of Hatford, not finding out about ducklings down drains or cats up trees.
Rachel DeemingPublished about 15 hours ago in FictionFrom Across the Hall
The banging on the door pulls me out of my late morning slumber. I drag myself out of bed and I look through the peephole to see who has the audacity to not go away after I had so stubbornly pretended to not be at home after their first and second round of knocking.
Alice ElizabethPublished about 20 hours ago in FictionThe Curse of The Blight Witch
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees story Belladona stomped her foot on the ground to make her point clear. She should be in charge.
Alex H MittelmanPublished a day ago in FictionA World with Wings
Imagine a world where people aren’t stuck on the ground — they’ve got wings! Like, real, actual wings. How awesome would that be? Let’s check out all the cool things you could do daily if humans had wings.
- Top Story - March 2024
Truth Is
“Where were you?” She hid her suspicions under blankets, hoping he’d coax her out with honesty. “Told you where I was goin’.” He hopped on his right foot while tugging his left sock.
Dick Winchester in... The Pentagon Part 2
Part 1: ~~~~ MP5 smacking into my chest as I hustled with a heavy-ass box of 7.62 NATO in each hand, I reflected on just how little life seemed to change. Despite all my success, I still was an ammunition rat, scuttling among the debris.
Stephen A. RoddewigPublished 2 days ago in Fiction