Humor
Chicken of Justice
Cluckton is a small city with big problems, faced by crime and corruption. The people had reached a point where they felt helpless and were crying out because justice was unserved. But when the darkness of night fell, one unlikely hero emerged from the very alleys of this city. This would not just be any ordinary vigilante; this would be Cluckton's last hope: the Chicken of Justice.
By The Story Writer2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Forgotten
In a remote village shrouded in mist, there lay an ancient well known as the Echoing Ocean. The townies spoke of it in hushed tones, for it was said that those who gazed into its depths would hear the echoes of lost souls — whispers of the forgotten.
By Asmir Malik2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Party
The day I met Emma started like any other, but then again, my days always start the same way: a repetitive cycle of mundanity marred by the occasional oddity. This time, however, the oddity was Emma herself. I remember vividly how she appeared in the café like a burst of sunlight through a thick, gray fog.
By Eladeo Mallett2 years ago in Fiction
The Cup Stirs Itself
It was the year 1900. The storyteller, (ahem)...I mean, the Fortune Teller stared into the teacup with great concern. She swirled it this way, then that, tipped it a bit first to the right, then to the left, and lifted her head to stare at her client with a raised eyebrow at Miss Butter Tart in front of her. The young woman was all of 22 years old. Bright red curls piled on her head with a hairpiece, long skirt, gloves and fashionable bag. Her chaperone waited outside. Spoiled, indifferent, but not carefree - the word was not invented yet in the context of womanhood.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Fiction
Meter Maid
He was inside and I could see his nervous buddy tapping the steering wheel when I pointed at the meter and told him that if he got there about an hour later he would have been okay and I wouldn't have to take down his information, but he didn't even see me at all (did he?). And then I looked over at the store that just closed and could see the other one inside under the security lights. So, I could see him through those double thick glass windows loading up as he walked around the store, his bag on his back getting bigger and bigger and no one noticing a thing about him taking everything and anything he wanted (was anyone even working? no security?) And there I was with the car and he just ran out to his buddy waiting for him without really noticing me and the ticket I just put under the windshield. At least it was still there and I had a copy of it all for the police (the security camera would help too, but that was under the lights, but my ticket was probably better for them). Sometimes this job really does make you feel like you are spreading some sort of goodness in this world. Pay your tickets!
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Three Ex-Yard Gnomes and a Homemade Pizza
Three yard gnomes named Jolly, Squally, and Polycarp lived on a shady front lawn. The lawn belonged to an old raisin-of-a-woman named Sadie O'Grady. Her name doesn't really matter though because this story is about the three yard gnomes. One day Squally squealed by exclaiming, "I'm terribly tired of this job, standing still as a statue all day on this boring, old, shady lawn! There is a whole wide world out there that we've just got to explore!”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Deal with the Devil. Content Warning.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. "So it begins," Alastair said, laying his top hat on the hallway table of his palatial home. He had just come from a wonderful luncheon and was full of the rewards of a comfortable life.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
