Humor
Ropers, Milkers, Muggers, and Nuns (Part III)
Now, I find myself as the mugger—again—on a Wild Cow Milking team that also consisted of a priest and a two hundred and fifty pound nun named Forbearance as the ropers, with me as the mugger and the principal of my school as the milker.
By Chuck Etheridge4 years ago in Fiction
The Unsinkable James Cameron
The year is 2012, a crowd of spectators and members of the press are gathered at Port Apra on the island of Guam. They are here to greet Hollywood director James Cameron following his history making descent to the bottom of the Mariana Trench.
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Fiction
Satironical Meta Magical Realism
Narrator's preface: The writer who is the protagonist of the below story includes an author's preface in many of his written works. Generally these are full of psuedo intellectual clap trap that sounds intelligent at first blush, but upon closer inspection is actually nonsense. He was not available to provide an author's preface in this case telling me that he was busy "inventing a brand new genre of writing" which he had dubbed satironical meta magical realism. And there you have it, a perfect example of what I meant with that intelligent nonsense comment. Apparently he was doing this in order that he might produce a story he could enter in a writing contest for some two bit website nobody has ever heard of much less cares about. I told him good luck and offered to dream something up to cover his author's preface for this "story." His fan base which consists primarily of persons recently released from or soon to be committed to a mental institution, prisoners, hobos and homeless vagabounds get very agitated when he fails to include an author's preface in any given story he writes. Of course they also get agitated by anything anyone else considers normal. Ah well. Enjoy the below, or don't, it's no skin off my back either way.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Fiction
Save Christ
“Save Christ! Save Jesus! Save our Lord!” the protesters chanted, over and over. Looking out the window of her office on the 45th floor of the International Time Agency building, ITA for short, Jane sighed and burped. Rubbing her chest and upper abdomen with the heel of her hand to relieve the discomfort of the current bout of reflux, she let out another long, satisfying burp.
By Tracey Zielinski4 years ago in Fiction
How To Get A Promotion In Time Travel
The bugger about Time Travel is always remembering what you did with your house keys. You can get by without a watch, wallet or phone, but when you’ve come back from 18th Century France, narrowly escaping a minor beheading, and really want a cup of Earl Grey, the last thing you want to do is to have to call the locksmith.
By Tristan Stone4 years ago in Fiction
Malicious Balloons Attack!
There I was, standing on the beach in San Clemente, thinking that if the Earth was indeed flat, I’d be able to see Japan, when a binoculars-wearing local tourist exclaimed with an expletive that something aloft was amiss. I turned to decipher what he was declaring.
By Craig Tyson Adams4 years ago in Fiction
The Dream Girl Who Inspired a Movement
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled among the rolling hills, there was a girl named Lily who dreamed of becoming an artist. She spent every moment of her free time drawing and painting, and her room was filled with canvases and sketches.
By Vocal Trending 4 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Past, Whispers of the Future
Once a thriving metropolis, the city now lay in ruins. Its buildings, once towering skyscrapers, now mere skeletons of steel and concrete, covered in vines and moss. In the heart of the city stood a single structure that remained untouched, a testament to the past.
By felix kioko kasinga4 years ago in Fiction
A place far away
The sun was setting behind the mountains as Marcus sat by the riverbank, staring at the ripples of the water. It had been a long day of hunting, and he was exhausted. He had been tracking a rare and elusive beast for days, and he was determined to catch it. But as the sun began to dip below the horizon, he knew it was time to call it a day and head back to camp.
By jason william4 years ago in Fiction
