Humor
Tour Guide to Tartarus
The alarm clock repeated its digital scream at full volume until Eurydice dug it out of its hiding space under her shoe rack and slammed the button on top. Red numbers on the front told her it was 5:42 in the morning. Or rather, that's what time it would be, if Tartarus had such things "mornings" and "the passage of time." Eurydice put the alarm clock down and it started blaring again. She pressed the button to silence it, turned on the weak light bulb in her cell, and examined the alarm clock more closely.
By Deanna Grey4 years ago in Fiction
Apples For Bobbin
There once was cat who was known far and wide for his truly bizarre obsession with bright red apples. He couldn't keep away from them no matter how much he tried and nobody ever knew why, except for I. It all began when he was a kitten and boy was he small, no bigger than my mitten. He had been left in a box on the side of the road for no one wanted this stray from whoever's abode. The only thing to keep him company was a bright red apple that glistened and sparkled which gave him the sense that he was never truly alone.
By Toby Heward4 years ago in Fiction
Church of Close Enoughism: The Great Acts of Mediocrity (4-7)
When not working on his day job, playing RPGs, or writing stories, Dr. Laurence J. R. Nix, works to compile and translate ancient texts with intent to reconstruct the fabled Tome of Divine Adequacy. Presented here are the 4th through 7th Great Acts of Mediocrity. The first three Acts can be found via Dr. Nix's author profile.
By Laurence J. R. Nix4 years ago in Fiction
Church of Close Enoughism: The Great Acts of Mediocrity (1-3)
When not working on his day job, playing RPGs, or writing stories, Dr. Laurence J. R. Nix, works to compile and translate ancient texts with intent to reconstruct the fabled Tome of Divine Adequacy. Dr. Nix is both the most learned and the only religious scholar within the Church of Close Enoughism.*
By Laurence J. R. Nix4 years ago in Fiction
The Mind of A Child Part One
The children arose like clockwork, oftentimes getting up before their parents. Some kids milk it and do everything to stay asleep. At times they work even harder to try and stay asleep. It's like a part-time job they have. We forget what might be going through the minds of our children; their struggles, their friendships, and the things they see. Their experience is lost on some of us, but it's not all over. We can put ourselves in their shoes and their wonderful minds.
By FRANK? Piccolella4 years ago in Fiction
On the streets of... #7
We went back to the precinct and put Mr Davis into one of the interrogation rooms. As I said, it's a common cop trick to leave the perp sitting and thinking for a few hours. They will play out all the worst-case scenarios in their head and they will freak themselves out nicely. Well, some of them. Still worth a try.
By John H. Knight4 years ago in Fiction
A Little Alone Time Together
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. A wave of relief washed over us as we approached the garage just down the hill from the cabin. By the last leg of our trip up the mountain, we were white-knuckling the steering wheel and "oh shit" bar, respectively. The winding roads were bad enough in good weather, and the weather was anything but good that evening, the snow falling quick and thick. I actually sighed with relief when David parked the car safely within the garage.
By Megan Baker (@thegothofsawpit)(@shadowsitheghoststrikebwr)4 years ago in Fiction
