Humor
Before and After Beast
I’m not sure why I disappeared like that except to say I needed a little space. He was giant, the four-legged monster that threatened to invade my privacy at all times. Of course, I realize I was made to be his friend, but the power of his love for me was overbearing. That’s what brings me here to write my story (but adjacently his too, because I wouldn’t be me, without him).
By ANITA RACHELLE3 years ago in Fiction
The Perfect Pair
The landing wasn’t exactly soft, but, honestly, it could’ve been worse. My grip had been getting steadily and scarily less secure all night. It was that last spin around the floor that really did the trick. She never could resist an R&B throwback. I managed to hold on a bit longer, but I finally let go in the bathroom stall. Ironically, it was as still as she’d been all night. I got tangled in her hair and bobbed there for a while before falling to her sleeve and getting knocked into the graffiti-covered door and landing with a splash into a disgusting puddle.
By Paris Giles3 years ago in Fiction
Linus In Washerland
Everybody knows there's a void, a mysterious land, that opens it's cavernous maw when no one is looking. It devours various odd belongings without a trace. This monster is a vacuum dimension that somehow pinpoints the crucially important items; the pacifiers, the wedding rings, the keys. It picks them off systematically-especially if you need it, especially if it's one of a pair. Many an odd sock has tumbled in, never to be seen again. I am one such sock. I'll never forget the pull of the void, the look on Rita's face before we were separated, and I'll never stop wondering how I ended up where I did.
By Meagan Dion3 years ago in Fiction
The Sad Fob
Oh Lordy, here she goes again. I’m a fob for the gym that has been missing for months. Today she’s frantically searching random spots where she may have put it down. She vaguely remembers that she put me in a safe place. But she’s already looked in all the “safe places” stuffed with junk she might need someday.
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Fiction
Places I'm Not
I can see his alarm clock from where I'm sitting. The alarm sounded at 7 a.m. and I already had a feeling this is how it would go down. The bright red digital display has spent the better part of an hour trying to point this doofus my way. The gesture is appreciated, we inanimate objects have to stick together, but he barely pays the clock any attention while it's performing its function. The colon between the hour and the minutes flashes futilely. By now the clock has burned 7:xx into my retinas -- at least it would have, if I had eyes.
By Rebekah Conard3 years ago in Fiction
The tale of the lost rocket
In a bustling city full of busy streets, towering skyscrapers, and endless possibilities, there existed a small, forgotten locket. For years, it had been tucked away in a hidden corner of an antique shop, waiting for someone to discover its secrets. The locket had long forgotten its origin, but it yearned for the chance to be cherished once again.
By Ahsan Khan 3 years ago in Fiction
Finding Joy
“How could he betray me like this?", I thought. Only a few weeks ago, Luka and I were a team, conquering the world together, spending our days and nights roaming around, staring happily into each other's eyes, laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling, just taking in the joy of living.
By Marina Fortuño3 years ago in Fiction
