Humor
The Red Box
They were already late. Sally rushed the kids into their jackets at the door, while Mark was already outside scraping ice off the van. Christmas morning had been yet another whirlwind of tearing red and green paper, rushing to get all the presents opened before it was time for their annual tour: as always, Sally’s parents for lunch, Mark’s parents for dinner.
By Zack Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
Terrible, Horrible, Very Good Day
Waking up to the blaring alarm, I crawled out of bed. Shivering in the cold, I glanced outside at a blanket of snow. Shaking my head, cursing, and muttering, knowing this was going to be the start of a bad day. Stumbling through the kitchen calling Kane, my dog, as I go to let him out before I rush off to work. My toes found themselves slipping into a warm pile of something clearly made by an animal.
By joseph Comeau4 years ago in Fiction
Secret Satan
I was having my morning cup of coffee when I heard a high-pitched whine outside. Thinking it was the neighbor’s kids playing with their new Christmas toys, I went to the window to see what they had. I’d always wanted a flying toy when I was a kid. And while I knew there was nothing stopping me from buying one now, I didn’t want to deal with anyone staring at a grown adult playing with some flashy thing meant for a child.
By Elisabeth Allen4 years ago in Fiction
A Strange Mysterious Package, Indeed!
You’re a thirty-three-year-old woman named Breanne, still living in the home you grew up in. Not in a cute hallmark way. But in a way that says, ‘I went to university, and it took me six years to graduate because I couldn’t decide on a major, and now I make $50k working as a graphic designer and can’t afford to live on my own in the GTA (Greater Toronto Area) or pay back my student loans.’
By Kendra Marya4 years ago in Fiction
McCallister's Gift
McCallister’s Gift By Derrick L. The touchtone keypad at the front door chimed behind Alistair’s ears as the sound of the electronic lock disengaged. The scrape of metal on metal echoed as the door latch slid across the strike plate. The thump of polyurethane boots clunked against the linoleum floor; someone was standing in the threshold of his home.
By Derrick L.4 years ago in Fiction
What Is This Crap?
I hope they catch me, I really do, so I can explain my motive in a rational, informed manner. I’m not crazy, you know. To catch me in act, however, someone would have to look over my six-foot fence to see into the backyard, and who is going to do that? Not sure why I’m so paranoid about it. I stopped for three years. Why did I start again this season?
By Joel Lippert4 years ago in Fiction
By drone alone
One day while sitting at home, I was basking in the sun from the sliding glass doors. Meditating whilst my body was splayed out, I heard a whirring sound approaching. Opening an eye, I saw that my video hadn't changed, so it wasn't a commercial playing. Then, a shadow fell over my face where instead there had been sunlight.
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Fiction
