Humor
Baking me crazy
I was destined to be Tuesday’s lunch, my devourer in a hurry with no time to sit and eat. Today is Saturday, as the calendar under the clock reminded me every time that damn door opened for no reason except to check if anything inside had magically appeared. Which it hadn’t. She looked five times yesterday, if anyone's asking.
By Joe O’Connor3 years ago in Fiction
KEYS
From the moment I came into existence, I was destined for a purpose. Shiny and new, I gleamed at the promise of unlocking the door to new adventures. With pomp and circumstance, my new boss paraded me around like a prized possession, boasting to his friends about his latest acquisition. I felt more valuable than a winning lottery ticket, basking in the attention as they eagerly awaited the grand unveiling of his swanky new abode.
By Jes “KIM254” Ben3 years ago in Fiction
Garbageman
Note: another experiment that I am still tinkering with. Thoughts? * The summer heat was not a heavy blanket over the town yet when the garbage truck came down the street. In the neighbourhood where Mr. Davis had his home, the truck began its Tuesdays and Thursdays with multiple stops and blasts of an air horn that woke him up long before the vehicle appeared at the front of his driveway with a kid hanging off the back in an orange-yellow day-glow vest. Usually, Davis would begin his working day at seven with a cup of coffee, an open laptop, and all the time in the world (his wife had her own half of the house and the kids knew how to take care of themselves by the time they got to high school). He had a lot of money to move around and did not want to have his head shaken open after his tight eight hours and espresso. But every Tuesday and Thursday, always at six…
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons legacy . Content Warning.
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
By Gift Sunday 3 years ago in Fiction
The Case of the Missing White Case
To the One Who Lost Me, I am losing power. My insides are empty. I am cold. I cannot call to you, though the trace of your DNA still lines my grooves. Gummy, grimy, dirty against the smooth white. Opaque white, like the delicate curves and sinew of your ears—the thicker cartilage where the light doesn’t shine through—not the thin, translucent flesh that bore pink, pearlescent veins to their scalloped edge like squiggled lines from a cipher to crack. Like spindly seismic cracks in sidewalks lifted by giant oak roots beneath.
By Kate Kastelberg 3 years ago in Fiction
The Paradox of the Unicorn and the Rainbow
It is a truth universally acknowledged that unicorns are the best thing in the world. Not only do they sparkle like jism in the rays of a rising sun, but they do magic from their horns too, as well as being dainty and pretty and alive with raw muscular power, somehow unifying the confusingly contradictory fantasies of girls in early pubescence the world over.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Fiction
Snowball Fight
He knew snow would be cold, but not that cold. Tom envisioned snow to be more like the white ice inside the freezer. His first time experiencing winter up north took him by surprise: his breath visible, wet socks, and layers of outerwear became more uncomfortable as the days wore on.
By Barb Dukeman3 years ago in Fiction
