Humor

She Is Trying
N.B. Sorry I did not publish on friday I hope you all still enjoy it and I will get things out in a more timely manner. Faith Penny went live every friday on Facebook. The amount of time she stayed on varied depending on what task she was up to. It had started with quick 10 minute segments of her showing how to properly fold a fitted sheet or how to make fancy place settings. No one watched, though, and at first she didn't mind much. The only people she wanted to watch were her children, but they never did.
By E. J. Strange4 years ago in Fiction
The Office that never was...Spec Script
TEASER EXT. DUNDER MIFFLIN PAPER COMPANY - DAY The parking lot is empty save for one car that is in the parking lot. It is quiet. The sun has been up for about an hour. It is a beautiful morning. A SILVER CAR pulls into the parking lot and moves into a parking spot near the door. Seconds later, a BLUE CAR pulls into the parking lot and moves into the spot RIGHT NEXT to the silver car. Out of the silver car comes OSCAR MARTINEZ. He is dressed casually, carrying his briefcase. He nods TO THE CAMERA. He looks over to the blue car and we see...KEVIN MALONE stepping out of the blue car. He is DRESSED IN SWEATS. Not casual at all. He doesn't carry a briefcase, but does carry a stack of papers with him. He ALMOST DROPS them, but saves it and then looks proud of himself.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
Hostel Life Shenanigans
How can this be possible? How come it took me so long to realize this? The noise was actually coming from inside the oven. All this time, I thought that they were cutting the grass down at the car park. So, what was wrong with the oven? I thought I would take a look inside the oven. But somehow, without any particular reason, I was feeling scared. Maybe just afraid of something that I might discover. But what could possibly be wrong with the oven till I’m having goosebumps? Did I think that there was something inside it? Best answer was to find out. I gripped the door of the oven. It was slippery under my fingers. I didn’t realize I was sweating. Slowly, I started to pull it open. After about half an inch, I stopped. I closed my eyes tightly, and then I continued pulling it. When I had pulled it fully open, I opened my eyes very slowly. And what I saw left my mind blank. The fan was spinning above me. And it got weirder, my right hand, was outstretched in front of me. But that awful noise did not stop. Slowly, it dawned on me. The alarm from my phone had gone off. 8.15 a.m. already? I hit the snooze button and lay back down. Still, I was feeling disturbed. That dream, yeah that’s it. I knew I shouldn’t have tried to bake that keylime cheese cake in Audrey’s new oven. Stupid oven! Well, I don’t care that Audrey warned me against it, the oven is still stupid for blowing up my cake.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran4 years ago in Fiction
Red Ball
I don’t like my hand-me-down spacesuit. I don’t expect the Organization to tailor work clothes to employees' tastes, but at least they could have issued one that fits me. My predecessor is taller than I am, and somewhat skinny; these suits are adjustable, but it still takes a bit of elbow grease to yank the sleeves down and let out the waistline a tad. I’m difficult to satisfy — a sure sign of high intelligence, I believe.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Fresh Air
I was a late baby, arriving at 11:30 on Thanksgiving night to my mother at 40, according to Mom. I was late for everything. I started school a year late, arrived at Sunday School late and would have to walk into the room as everybody watched, I was silent for so much of my early childhood that my mom and grandmother thought I was retarded. I never really got around to learning how to balance on a bicycle, or swim til I was in my teens. I graduated High School a year after everybody else because I just could not figure out what was going on with Calculus, and subsequently had to make it up.
By Jay Amari4 years ago in Fiction
Pride, Prejudice & the Frat House: Part 1
I’m not that girl. I’m not the one who parties until 3 am at some Fraternity I would not be caught dead in on any given day. I’m not the girl who dances with random guys and then tears off her dress in the middle of a living room.
By Mycheille Norvell4 years ago in Fiction
Sinking Prospects. Runner-Up in Ship of Dreams Challenge.
Listen to the recorded chapter on Spotify: (Available on all major platforms—full list here) ~~~ Martin Williams swore as icy seawater swamped his socks.
By Stephen A. Roddewig4 years ago in Fiction
The Portrait
The Portrait I knew something was up when she offered to pay for the coffees. She hasn’t done that in all the years I’ve known her. Perhaps she had fallen out with her gallery, wanted me to introduce her to another one.
By Tony Warner4 years ago in Fiction
BunRabs. Top Story - April 2022.
“It’s a myth,” clucked Doris as she picked at her salad. “I don’t believe it, not for one instant.” “You’re just a spring chicken, dear,” responded Doris’ Aunt Clementine as she absent-mindedly primped and groomed herself while they sat gossiping. “You don’t understand how dangerous the world can be, how vicious.” Clementine readjusted her sitting position, shifting forward and cocking her head to one side, bringing it closer to Doris. “Why do you think your mother treasured you oh so desperately before she was taken from us? You were the only child she raised, but not the only child she might have raised. It’s so sad, really.”
By Donald J. Bingle4 years ago in Fiction
In the footsteps of Baudelaire
All good stories start with the words "once upon a time". And so does this one. Once upon a time there was a website called Poetry.com. It is not the same Poetry.com you find today. The one I found was an older one, which now has disappeared. If that has anything to do with my efforts as a poet I don't know. I guess the jury is out on that one.
By Tomas Ahlbeck4 years ago in Fiction
About The Author
Jim had, quite literally, done nothing in his life other than finish his novel, a simple (if starkly boring) existence that led to this author bio on the inside of the back cover of the book that would go on to be a best seller:
By Briane Pagel4 years ago in Fiction
Among laptops and vampires
"It's ok, I saved the laptop!" I just returned from UK to Sweden after a week of standup gigs in and around London. This was also the first time I met my friend P in real life. He was a cult comedian on the British standup circuit, and quite well known by the British comedians. The fact that he was in the crowd to give me support made the other comedians treat me with some respect.
By Tomas Ahlbeck5 years ago in Fiction