Humor
Pigeon Premonitions
It's all about set and setting: there was nothing abnormal about the scene to begin with. A cafĂ©, spilling onto the sidewalk along with the sunshine, where you stop to have a beer and a croque-monsieur. Nothing more. Youâre supposed to be on vacation, accordingly the living is slowed-down and paced easy.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
The Plan of the Duck Detectives
The plan was this: they would set up a secret spy network of superveillance (just the two of them at first, Sammy and Davey), deemed Duck Detectives in their thirst for intrigue and adventure. In Pebble-Creek Apartments, the path of walky-talky tattletale-isms was paved with the best of intentions to slake suburban boredom âcause the problem was this--juvenile delinquents chasing the poor ducks and geese, throwing stones at them, some even killing them for no reason. Some of these purple-traitors were not even kids, but somewhat grown-upâso they should know better. It was more than a game of duck-duck-goose, it was a mission. Pebble-Creek Apartment complex boasted a picturesque little pond on its grounds that seemed immense to the boys, where many ducks and geese would gather. There the trolls would start their trouble. So it was more than a wild-goose chase, it was a rescue mission. It was up to Sammy and Davey to protect the waterfowl of Pebble-Creek, especially in springtime when the goslings and ducklings had hatched and where fluffing themselves on the edge of the pond. So moving on with the plan which was to gather info through their growing network of spies they had introduced another kid into who had a pair of walky-talkies he brought to the cause. Of course they would need even more spy gadgets and other resourcesâbut when at last the info gathered from their secret missions was amassed, they would go to the Office and make a full report to the Authorities, helping bring the purple-traitors to justice and prolly get medals or something. Unfortunately, Sammy said something the new kid took umbrage at and withdrew his support from the cause altogether, along with his pair of walky-talkies. It really cooked their goose: without resources, without all the spy gadgetry, with only the two of them, their secret spy network of superveillance and The Plan in general, fell apart. They moved on to other things, but always helped the ducks and geese when they could.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
The Hilarious Mismatch
In a world filled with conspiracy theories, fake news, and an endless stream of online cat videos, it's becoming increasingly difficult to discern the truth. But hey, who needs truth when we have a good laugh, right? Brace yourselves as we embark on a comical journey into the twisted reality of the truth! Picture this: you're scrolling through your social media feed when you stumble upon a groundbreaking revelation about a politician being an alien from a distant galaxy. Of course, you can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it. But wait, there's more! In a stunning plot twist, the alien politician claims that the conspiracy theorists are the real aliens trying to distract everyone from their intergalactic agenda of replacing all coffee with decaf. Now that's a truth even Mulder and Scully couldn't fathom! But hold on to your tinfoil hats because it gets even better! Remember the days when photos were considered evidence? Well, those days are long gone, my friend. Thanks to the magic of Photoshop, you can now turn your ordinary pet goldfish into a majestic, fire-breathing dragon. Oh, the lengths people will go to for a few extra likes on their social media profiles! Talk about a fishy tale that has nothing to do with seafood. And then there are those self-proclaimed "experts" who offer their opinions as the ultimate truth. They strut around with their oversized spectacles, claiming to have unlocked the secrets of the universe. One says the Earth is flat, while another insists it's shaped like a dodecahedron covered in glitter. Oh, the lengths people will go to escape the mundane reality of a spherical planet! So, are we living on a pancake or a disco ball? The truth might be out there, but it seems to be having an identity crisis. Let's not forget the good old-fashioned gossip that takes on a life of its own. One minute, you're sharing the juiciest rumor about your neighbor's pet penguin, and the next, the entire town is convinced that the penguin is running for mayor. Democracy takes a flightless turn, and suddenly, the political landscape is filled with flipper-handshakes and squawks of promises. I guess the truth can really make you waddle down unexpected paths! In this topsy-turvy world, where facts often play hide-and-seek and misinformation thrives, it's essential to keep our sense of humor intact. So, embrace the sheer absurdity of it all, and remember that sometimes the truth can be a real joke. After all, who needs reality when we can create our own truth, complete with laughter and a side of eccentricity? As we navigate the maze of information overload, let's cherish those moments of hilarious confusion and hold on to the one universal truth: laughter is the best response to the often perplexing reality of the truth.
By Ose favour 3 years ago in Fiction
