Series
98 — Shenanigans and Such: a Treatise on Dipshits, Assholes, and Combobulations
My name's Tom Foolery, and I'm always in the nitty gritty with my shenanigans. Whether it be horseplay, brouhaha, or general rigamarole, I jump from the frying pan into the fire with all of my hijinks. Some call it hanky panky; I call it being discombobulated.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Drillmington: Power and Glory
The house could have been called palatial. In the Greenville section of Delaware, it appeared as a structure made for a doctor or ballerina. It boasted great panes of glass that permitted sunlight to pour into the rest of the house.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
97 Unfathomable
It was a dark and stormy night in the Mariana Trench. 36,000 feet below the surface of the haunted Pacific, the waterwinds were blowing fiercely as bioluminescence flashed like lightning. Deafening thunder erupted from the friction of two shimmying layers of deep waters struggling against their common thermocline.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Sun Burn
“So what was the point of repairing the engines, then?” “Why do you think?” Mac glared at John for his stupid question. Another light went off in Jenna’s brain. “The engines,” she whispered, “Mac, Ryan, the Sun Dancer’s engines include a fusion core ejection system, right?”
By RobertFeld2 years ago in Fiction
Sun Burn
“Sun Dancer 4, calling Mercury Solar Station 10,” Jenna’s throat was starting to ache, and she desperately wiped her sweating face, “Sun Dancer 4, calling Mercury Solar Station 10. Over? Is anybody there? We need rescue! We were on a mirror drop-off mission when an explosion in our engineering section blasted us into the sun’s gravity. Can you send help? Our radiation shields are maxed out. We have no way of escape. Temperature and radiation levels are rising every second beyond the Sun Dancer’s tolerance."
By RobertFeld2 years ago in Fiction
In The Dead of Night
“Are we almost there yet?” Gabriella asked sullenly, stuffing another fry from the last service station. She continued on the motorway, heading to Queensferry where the address told us. I looked from the map on my phone to the signs around us. We had decided to make the few hours drive in mid afternoon hoping to miss the traffic but still find a hotel. Yet two toilet breaks and food stop at three services and we were finally reaching the town limits. We didn’t really know too much about the place, other than it was split into a north and south with a couple of huge bridges connecting them. Gabriella had begun tapping her fingers on the wheel and I realised I had only nodded slightly. “Oh, yeah, should be just up here. Maybe another couple of miles. Then we can find our hotel and rest for a night.”
By Dee Jay Kay2 years ago in Fiction
What hope looks like
When the cat started speaking I knew it was the death of me. I wiped my tears as the cat walked and sat beside me, as the moonlit sky adorned in the radiance of the moon. She stared at me and with the beauty of her emerald-green eyes, she whispered," Don't shed tears for the ones who won't even remember about your existence. I wanted to say something but alas the alarm clock rang and I looked in the mirror. It was time for me to let go.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
Unraveling the Mysteries of the Whispering Woods: A Journey Through Enchantment
.Welcome to the mystical realm of the Whispering Woods, a place where magic intertwines with reality, and the very trees hold the secrets of centuries past. In this immersive journey, we delve deep into the heart of this enchanted forest, uncovering its rich history, exploring its mythical origins, and encountering the diverse inhabitants that call it home.
By quizat karim2 years ago in Fiction
