Humor
7464 in the New Year
"No! For the last time I absolutely will not donate the ottoman!" Cade slams the door in the face of his neighbor, who had been hounding him for weeks to donate to "the best charity on the block". He'd already sent four bags right after Christmas. He needed something new, something that stirred him out of this after-holiday funk. Commotion outside drove him to open his door again and he peered outside. Nobody on the porch. No sound in the street. But a shadow in his peripheral made him spin around. It was one of those silver drones, which seemed too big to be flying around where kids were playing. It whizzed past his head, barely missing him. He ducked, but by the time "Hey!" could come out of his mouth, it had changed direction and disappeared. He couldn't find anyone, even though he walked out to the street and peeked down the alley. A small box KER-PLUNKED onto his perfect grass. There was no need for a front yard anymore, but he still liked to keep it immaculate. He tried to open it, but there didn't appear to be a lid. There was something written on the bottom, a string of numbers. "Two, Two, Three, Dash, Six, Four, Six, Three," he read out loud. Someone must have meant to pass this to their friend and couldn't learn a simple instrument like a drone. He typed in the numbers to his phone, trying to see if they were connected to something familiar. It might be a phone number. But no luck. Maybe a code? He tried putting in letters in place of each, starting with B as 2. BBC-FDFC. Nope. He picked up the box and looked at each corner and all the edges. Definitely no opening, but there did seem to be letters here, scrawled in a light pencil, like someone tried to erase it. "Song" was the word, if he read it correctly. Just then, the phone rang.
By Hannah Marie. 4 years ago in Fiction
The Passengers
The Ferryman guided the gondola along a watery path only he knew the secrets to as it transported a half dozen specially chosen masked passengers to an exclusive event. Though each eyed him with suspicion, they appeared confident he would get them to their destination. They had to believe that because he was their only means of travel.
By D. L. Lewellyn4 years ago in Fiction
Reality Check
Now that was a well-deserved weekend off! My back and legs were just killing me, not to mention my arms felt like they were about to fall off. Yes, I really needed this long weekend just to pull myself back together. All the stress and strain that comes with my job would cause someone made with a poorer quality of material to just give up and collapse in a heap.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Fiction
How Do We Tell My Kids, I Believe in Santa Claus?
*Only Semi-Autobiographical* Santa Claus is Holly Jolly and all of the fixins. Never does the man fail to put a smile on a deserving child's face. Spreading joy and wonder throughout the many realms. Unceasing the man is, perhaps to a fault. He is neverending, some say he existed before humankind even walked the planet and roamed with the dinosaurs. Dinosaurs celebrating Christmas never really got that big. Could you imagine a Jurassic Christmas Parade? The awestruck feeling left behind on that paleontological Yule Tide festivity. The holiday has been a fixture of many cultures for a Millenium, offering consistent Christmas cheer. A constant fixture many people look forward to, some all year long. This holds true in my house. Quinn and Gypsy love this time of year and celebrate with enthusiasm.
By FRANK? Piccolella4 years ago in Fiction
The Ice King
Long ago in the faraway Northern kingdom of Arendale, lived a kind and honorable king and queen. They ruled their kingdom together with fairness and justice, while also caring for their two young sons. When their oldest, Elias, was only a few months old, the king and queen made a startling discovery: the little prince possessed a strange and mystical power. He could control the weather, creating snow flurries and ice upon a whim. Their younger son, Andrew, had no such powers, but always looked up to his older brother with love, admiration and wonder. The king and queen were in awe of Elias' power as well, but also feared for their oldest. The young prince could not fully control his abilities, and his parents were worried that he would accidentally injure himself or his brother. There was also the possibility - should word of his powers spread - that villains may conspire to abduct the prince, to use his powers for their own nefarious purposes. For these reasons, they tried to conceal their son's talents from the kingdom, and discourged him from using them in the open.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
