Humor
Storage Shed
You go to the shed for a table leaf. That’s it. That’s the entire mission. A simple retrieval operation. A three‑minute task. Something so basic it doesn’t even qualify as a chore. You’ve survived gate guard at 0300, CQ shifts that felt like psychological warfare, and the kind of family chaos that should earn hazard pay. A shed should not be a threat.
By Syl De'Vil20 days ago in Fiction
Grim Reaping is not what it used to be!
"Grim Reaping is not what it used to be". Grumbled Fate. His fingers felt like they were getting Carpal tunnel syndrome from the constant and non-stop journaling. There was a definite pressure on the median nerve in the wrist, leading to pain, numbness, tingling, and weakness in his hand and fingers.
By Novel Allen21 days ago in Fiction
A Supervisor of Renown
Martha, Salutations! I appreciate working for someone so detailed and specific. We knew that our work would get a comprehensive, fine-toothed-comb review, noting excellence and marking areas for improvement. You were my supervisor for an eventful ten years, so please know that I realize your insight was better than mine when it came to annual leave requests. Your life after retirement will be filled with adventures of your own making. Congratulations on a well-deserved retirement.
By Andrea Corwin 22 days ago in Fiction
"You've Trained Me Well!"
I’d like to raise a glass to our retiring boss. Working for you taught me skills I never expected to acquire when I accepted this job: picking up dry cleaning, making dinner reservations, returning packages, buying last-minute gifts, and locating very specific items in distant stores.
By Lana V Lynx22 days ago in Fiction
Holiday Hijinks
My neighbor, Steve, is agoraphobic. I know this because last October, I got a package delivered to my door that was meant for him. It looked like rain, so I went to his place to hand it directly to him. As usual, his house was all shut up, dark and almost creepy, which, I guess fit the season.
By Julie Lacksonen23 days ago in Fiction
For Mikeydred's short challenge
The golfers argue and make side bets about where they should aim: The pink pole with its striped flag? Or the black triangle painted on the green that points at a wavy two-toned flag. Definitely not the black pole with its flag upside down. The course is bizarre.
By Andrea Corwin 23 days ago in Fiction
