Humor
The Wisping Wind
Paul laid on the beach thinking to himself, “They say the perfect beach experience doesn’t exist. But it does. Lounging here, the sun warming my body. The waves bringing in the cool ocean breeze, as it blows the hair on my back from side to side with each roll of the tide. The closest I’ve come to liking a warm clime. Perhaps this was the best time. A turning point. One can only hope.” Turning back over to read his book, he continued to enjoy the first bit of joy he’d had in months.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
Help Wanted Ad No. 2
Wanted: British musical quartet seeks management. We are willing to reconstruct image for mass market and merchandising. Able to compose and write own material and organize concerts on the fly. Need contacts within the recording industry. Must be connected to Liverpool music scene and its various musical quartets. Contact via German musicians’ union group in Hamburg. Must have ear for new sounds.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Sour and Sweet
“Darling, I love you.” “Please, not while I’m eating.” His wife knew that this would be a very special day in the shop, but her Marvin needed a bit of a poke in order to care about it. Her husband, staring down at his scrambled eggs and bacon, knew that his Michelle wanted him to care more about the day than he ever could. The way things were going, they would both care too much.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Help Wanted Ad No.1
Wanted: Jewish preacher seeks twelve men for religious work with lepers, fallen women, Samaritans, the poor and possessed. Ability to fish, tend sheep and understand the tax codes an asset. Must reside in the Galilee area and be willing to travel for extended periods. Pay to be discussed at a later date. Education and class not important. No Pharisees or smokers please.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The Vampire and The Desk
Is it still in fashion? Where would I keep it? It's two hundred years old at this point, older than my daughter. A thick layer of dust and a single slash through the aged but sturdy cardboard from the last time I pulled it out. A large mahogany desk from back when I was going to setup a painting studio, and I know how that went. The stone walls were covered in black mold and oozing green. No one came down to this place in forever, except for that one brave adventurer I locked down here and forgot about. His skeleton casually lying in a corner. A beer and a book would make him more aesthetic. The roof was dripping, and the small window slits provided a nice breeze from the moonlit night. Truly a wonderful place to setup a painting studio, I spent countless hours thinking about it. Ended up burning up the local town instead; better to paint the world red than paper. Human skin is a more interesting canvas. Yet still, I feel bad for having had this desk for so long and it still not being built.
By Hayden N Bell3 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Trust: When Love is Betrayed
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the incriminating evidence before her. She couldn't believe what she had just discovered about her partner, David. They had been together for five years, building a life filled with love, trust, and future plans. But now, everything seemed to crumble around her.
By Arsalan Khan3 years ago in Fiction
The Hacker
I hacked into peoples personal files and blackmailed them into giving me money. I hacked into banks and drained peoples accounts of money. I created new, fake accounts with millions of dollars. I did it all. I was on top of the world. This worked until the FBI found what I was doing and tracked what they thought was my location. I had several fake addresses listed, they only found one. Time to pack up and leave the country before they found my real address. I’d made millions and had enough to retire anyway. Goodbye FBI! Hello, Paris!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Soda Machine
I put the money in the machine. Nothing came out so I kicked it. A new brand of soda came out, McKewls. I excitedly opened the can. The first sip was so fantastic I could feel my brain buzz. I could now move things with my mind, had super strength, and could teleport. Every night, I’d drink a McKewls soda and go out to fight crime. I was now Soda Man. I absolutely loved my new soda fueled super powers. The only super villain I couldn’t catch was Can Crusher, who also drank McKewls soda. Our powers were equally matched.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Lost in the Wilderness
In the depths of an untamed jungle, a young girl named Lily found herself alone and disoriented. Surrounded by towering trees and dense foliage, she felt a mixture of fear and awe. Determined to find her way back, Lily embarked on a quest through the mysterious wilderness.
By maayoo alee3 years ago in Fiction
