Humor
Pit
I’ve never been fully committed to anything. I used to practice karate, I quit; I studied law, I quit that; I also figured out a very peaceful way to get up at six in the morning, I wake up at noon. My friend — I mean, ex-friend, Camila, used to try to help me with this by telling me, “If you do this, I will get you a cupcake” or some other pastry product and most of the time I followed through, but our relationship ended on account of her husband helping her accomplish things by telling her, “If you don’t eat that pasta, I’ll have sex with you.” On Thursdays, I go to the grocery store which is the only thing I’ve committed to in the past 6 months. Last week, I saw this mom yelling at her children, an older man talking to his possibly dead wife, and this person squeezing and throwing avocados into their basket. They threw them with such force, but with a simple elegance; As they did this we made eye contact, it was extremely brief, but I think I’m in love? — No, it’s lust.
By Reese Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Roadkill
DON’T SHOWER UNTIL YOU’RE READY TO GO OUTSIDE! I wrote this on every wall in my house about a month ago when I was still hopeful that I could trick myself into walking or dragging myself outside; each step a small painful victory. A leggy woman carried her things into the house next door. Was she old or young? No idea, she was too far away. I felt this intense quality about her, even though I was stuck within these 8 walls.
By Reese Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Not Gone Soon Enough
"'Four score and seven years ago...' that rubbish! The world would've been better off without Abraham Lincoln. Why did he sigh that Emancipation Proclamation? Freeing the slaves was a massive mistake. How could he not know that? Why wasn't he murdered sooner?"
By Latoya Giles 4 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's Bargain
The small town of Millfield was known for its quiet, peaceful existence. But when the new priest arrived in town, things began to change. Father John was a charismatic man with a deep, booming voice that commanded attention. He spoke of the devil and the dangers of sin with an intensity that made the townsfolk uneasy.
By Malik Idrees4 years ago in Fiction
Wife And The Mistress
Dhilip and Aarthi had been married for five years and they had built a life together in the small town they lived in. They were the perfect couple, or so it seemed. Dhilip was a successful businessman, and Aarthi was a stay-at-home wife. They had everything they could ever want - a beautiful house, fancy cars, and all the luxuries that money could buy.
By Word Weaver 4 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
In the quiet town of Blackwood, nestled deep in the forests of the Pacific Northwest, there stood an old mansion known as Blackwood Manor. The mansion was built in the 1800s by a wealthy family, and for many years, it was a hub of activity in the town. But over time, the family moved away, and the mansion fell into disrepair.
By KARTHIKEYAN S4 years ago in Fiction
The Jolley Cut
As he crossed through the intersection Jake found himself suddenly thinking about a particular day nine years ago in 1976 when he was twelve. A hard-braking bike brought it to mind, and maybe thinking about Marcus just before the rider pulled up had called up the memory as well. As he strolled, occasionally glancing over his shoulder for the next bus to come along, he found himself grinning with the memory of that crazy moment from his past.
By Roy Stevens4 years ago in Fiction
