Humor
Evade the stampede!
The streets were full of the sound of many cars coming and going, with the scornful disdains of proud scoffers mocking and bickering with their earnest claims with regards to the right of way. The constant screams from perceived offenses continued as the street lights boldly declared that the pedestrians had the right of way. “Oh, come on! You didn’t move fast enough! I have work to get done today, you dult!” an Old Man scornfully mocked. “Oh, will you shut up? The light was yellow, and I didn’t have the time! Shut your trap, you dimwit!” A middle aged man retaliated as waved his hand out the window. The constant honking and raging went throughout the streets of the city, as I continued to read next to the statue of a giant bull next to the county library.
Jordan ZunigaPublished 3 years ago in FictionSeeing Red
Dear Regan, I am absolutely furious, not to mention seething. Daddy has gone too far this time, and I’m sending you this email to warn you that he is on his way to your place with every intention of being as unreasonable to you as he has been to me.
John WelfordPublished 3 years ago in FictionYellow, Bursting Giddy
Arty Hitchens is a mean old bastard with a cattle farm that backs up to the Glen Oak Preserve. He served in Vietnam and makes sure you know it from his bumper stickers and drunken rants on Old MainStreet.
Eli CreeleyPublished 3 years ago in FictionNever, Ever Poke A Beehive
Bees. They pollinate our plants so we can grow food, make honey, and a plethora of other things. As good for the planet as they are, I cannot even begin to tell you how much I detest bees. You may be wondering why I, Aleah Thompson, lover of all animals and insects, dislike bees so much. It all happened about five years ago at my cousin’s birthday party.
Chloe GalizaPublished 3 years ago in FictionInhuman Roomies
- Day One - Bill’s hand instantly found his phone and turned off the alarm. He hoped briefly that he could fall back asleep, but the sun was up and he could hear his new roommate moving around already. Bill opened his eyes and turned over in bed.
Deanna CassidyPublished 3 years ago in FictionBecca's Beginnings
The writer hovers the nib over virgin-white paper. She waits for that perfect opening line, but creative thoughts refuse to flow.
HECTOR
June 8, 2021. Livestock auction day. Many cattle in and out of the sale barn ring. This one caught the eyes of all those farmers sitting around as the cattle are run through for sale.
carole lee guslerPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe call to Hell
I hate talking on the phone, specifically I hate talking on the phone to my broadband provider and the council. It could be about housing tax, emergency repairs or a tree fell on our neighbours - anything, I don’t like talking on the phone in general not even to my friends or family but I really hate calling city council or any official organisation.
Mohamed AliPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Time for Change?
“What do you think, Honey?” Bill was almost dancing around his new purchase, dusting off the unseen dirt with his microfibre cloth. His new car had just been delivered on the back of a tow truck
Phil FlanneryPublished 3 years ago in FictionJanki’s Diary
Herbert was a man who took action when he needed to. A letter allowed him to go to India and work as a postmaster in the province of Siwan in Bihar. Herbert was ecstatic when he learned that his new salary was more than double what he had earned before. His only mistake was not understanding the consequences of his hasty departure from Canada and hasty arrival in India.
BrandsanduPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Game
Rosie and Gil were in the middle of their daily jog. Rosie was slightly ahead, so didn’t notice when Gil came to a complete stop under a nearby pear tree. He reached up and grabbed two off of a branch and hollered, “Hey, Rosie!” Rosie stopped and turned back. “What is it, Gil…” she barely managed to squeak out before Gil tossed one of the pears at her. “Would you look at this,” Gil smiled as he took a bite out of the pear in his hand, “I found a pair of pears.”
Lloyd FarleyPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Pleasant Day at the Park
Don’t judge us. We’re just birds. Okay, don’t flip out over the fact that I’m talking to you. We just want to make sure that you understand out point of view before you lose all sense of control and start chasing us or throwing things.
Kendall DefoePublished 3 years ago in Fiction