Humor
Poor Houdini
Cold girls, like Eddy's mother, live by a lake and are reminded of things like chemical plant fires, mists in the playground, and his brother's fractured collarbone. As Eddy's brother eats, Eddy's mother grins and carries on with her fruit cup. While Eddy observes the water at the lake change from slate to black, the chilly females ruminate on past experiences and rhymes.
By Bishnu Kumar 3 years ago in Fiction
Territory
We had delayed this meeting for long enough. Once a year, there was a get-together of all the concerned parties to discuss what was to be done with this bare patch of astral space. Recently, there were intrusions from mankind, but we were still in charge. We would decide what to do with our special place.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
My Dear Father
I’m Dr. Philip, and my life has recently taken an unexpected and depressing turn. I got a call from the hospital that my father had been in a fatal car crash. They’d ask me to identify the body, but everything in the car was turned to cinders and ashes.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Taking Inventory
He was the night watchman at the inflatable woman factory. He was designated employee #26, that shift's assignment. Having never had relationships with women, his only familiarity with the fairer sex was via the polyvinyl woman du jour he chose to "inspect" after midnight each shift.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Confession Time
He’s typically not up this late. Pulling into the driveway, Chelsey pondered if he couldn’t make it to the bedroom again and would be found sprawled on the sofa. Except muffled music pounded the closed blinds like it instead of the breeze fluttering her wind chimes. If he didn’t have a terrible day, it would do wonders for her to arrive so close to moon light after the decision that she was not cooking tonight. Plus, Ben sat on the front porch in one of four chairs, putting out one smoke and holding another between two fingers without lighting it. Maybe he did have a hard day, she thought. He texted with thumbs on fire but tossed the phone on the table like the cheap tool that it was when he was done. She waved after making eye contact with him. He only nodded. Hood barely giving her eyebrows. She was surprised he knew she was standing before him. Went to kiss him on the head to the statuesque response of his refusal to look up, that it until she went for the door. Chelsey’s claim that there was a Scandals episode calling out for her he grabbed her arm. He had never been so rough before. It didn’t hurt but startled her to a life once lived that almost courted a harsh retaliation, but his grip was limp, even with a little caressing with his thumb. “Please sit; they’re almost here.”
By Willem Indigo3 years ago in Fiction
Russian Siberian Golden Shower
Anna was 6 the winter her mother took her to visit cousins in Siberia. It took them two days by train and a horse cart to get to the cousins’ house. It was big, with many rooms, and 7 kid cousins aged between 5 and 13. They were rowdy and wild, Anna thought.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
