Humor

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
The Mysterious Delivery
When the package dropped onto my doorstep, I was at the very least surprised. On second thought, "surprised" is a bit of an understatement The damn drone almost dropped the stupid thing right on top of my head as I was walking out the door. I was already incredibly late for work, and getting almost decapitated by a delivery drone did not do much to brighten my mood.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
"Did you hear that?"
3:00 a.m. in May “Did you hear that?” I whisper, gently shaking my sleeping husband awake; I think I heard the doorbell,” I watch as he checks the notifications on his smartwatch, his illuminated face ghost pale in the dark room.
By S.N. Evans4 years ago in Fiction
On the streets of... #3
I haven't decided yet if I wanted to be an elegant or a casual detective. But I thought that my first day deserved a suit anyway, so I put on my only, old and not particularly nice brown suit. I only wore it when I had to go to court to testify in a case.
By John H. Knight4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 91
Both of our attacks were headed towards each other . Although we were not sure if Rhilo was still pinned by Visceroy's magical staff . So we really weren't 100 percent sure that my drill would reach him . Netherless we were frantically running off towards the outside of the barrier . We had no choice , but to run as fast as we could . We will soon know the victor of this long strenuous battle . Whomever attack lands first will probably win this fight . Anxious couldn't even begin to describe how I was feeling .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
The Decorating Detective
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin where the murders were reported to have taken place. The cabin sat on a spacious twenty acres with a lovely one mile driveway through an overhanging canopy of trees. Plenty of room to hide bodies and far enough from the main road to deter trespassers. It was listed on the historic registry for being the former home of some obscure diplomat in the 1940s. Only a half hour drive from town, it was an off the grid location and considered prime real estate.
By Kincaid Jenkins4 years ago in Fiction
The Techobox
It was June 8th and Lance Hardy was celebrating his 14th birthday with his best friends Tommy, Jaden, Miguel by playing the brand-new football video game in his den.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Box?
EL Supervisor was walking at night during "homeless tour" down the popular historic pacific coast 🛣️ highway. When he suddenly heard an angelic sounding ringing as he got closer to a normal looking carton box 📦 in the middle of the road. A flickering street light lit up this mystery normal looking seal carton box with no labels, logos or packaging of any kind to identify who it belong to or what contents it might have inside. Immensely eager and curious to find out what was making the sound. He try to open it with his blunt box cutter knife, 🔪 but to his surprise the box rattle like if it contain a trap 🪤 wild animal. The ringing noise slowly began fading away while icy noctilucent clouds clear out the darken purplelish night sky 🌌 to make room for the gigantic Blood 🩸 moon eclipse happening.
By Jose Elias4 years ago in Fiction
Mob Ties
Over the past six months, Vinny the Shank had lived a very quiet and simple life as Frank Stratman. His routine was mundane and repetitive and very different than the fast paced life he’d come to adore in New Jersey, but he was grateful for it. Day in and day out Vinny, as Frank, would wake up, grab his newspaper from the front porch and fix himself a cup of coffee— black, no sugar and two unmeasured shakes of a powdered creamer. He’d then sip his coffee and read his paper by the early morning kitchen light before departing for work at the plant. From there, he headed home to retire. The store boy would have his groceries on the front porch by the time he arrived and he found himself excited about that. He’d learned to cook and on most nights he made a meatloaf while reading a book or watching a show on TV, though, he did avoid anything suspenseful or by Alfred Hitchcock. Minnesota living suited Vinny, or Frank, and though a part of him missed his friends from the city, he could see the beauty in the small town he now dwelt in and he treasured the tiny luxuries it afforded him.
By NatahYah4 years ago in Fiction
Masons Cabin Party
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. A lot of people from my high school were following me, I was showing them how to get to my cabin for a party I was throwing.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
The Naughty List
People love a good elf story. Think: Long-haired and long-legged Legolas gliding across the mountaintops of New Zealand, brandishing his bow to vanquish your foes and then sweeping you off your feet…yeah, I wrote my share of teen fanfiction back in the day.
By Holly Pheni4 years ago in Fiction