Humor
Pineapple Upside Down Cake
No one is pretending anymore. A disgusting former noose that brought America to the brink only to fall for the sweetness in nightmares sold as a constitution revisioning. That’s how Papa Jimmy described it after I told him how my teacher presented it in her lesson. One of his mini rants during his morning routine of black lemon tea and skunk-ish smoke. He talked, whether he had an audience or not, and greeted the new audience happily without needing feedback between breaths. Dad says it’s how he used to plan routes. My mom and dad stopped volunteering to listen a long time ago. I guess war stories can only be so interesting in the revisit, although they let him stay while he was ‘stranded’ but beyond that, silence. Dad never said why. The most he would betray was the inner battle cry he’s amazing at hiding. I felt that he wasn’t the only one silently asking for quiet forgetfulness from all of us. I refuse to try to forget to look for what I don’t know. “That-a girl.” Wish other adults weren’t so secretly sad in conversations. Or a deep nostril exhale before abruptly changing the subject. Nervous laughter sounded the same as laughs at dirty jokes in kid-friendly movies. Not Papa Jimmy; he cackled even before he left two years ago with his ‘I’ll be back’ line referencing what Dad called a dumb kids movie from decades ago.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Summer
Maya had always been a quiet girl. Books were her escape, and the beach was her sanctuary. When her mom suggested volunteering at the summer beach cleanup, she thought it’d just be another thing to pass the time. But that was before she met Ethan.
By Angie green2 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler’s Diary. AI-Generated.
The Time Traveler’s Diary: Inspiration Across Time Sam always thought his grandmother’s attic was full of boring, dusty things—old furniture, boxes of books, and an endless collection of knick-knacks that had never been touched. But when he discovered a mysterious, leather-bound diary hidden behind a pile of forgotten board games, everything changed.
By Angie green2 years ago in Fiction
