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Mother Combs' Garden
One day early last summer, I went outside and worked in my garden, listening to the classic rock station on the radio. Busy pulling weeds and tilling the soil for new summer plants to be put in beds I was soaking up the gentle sun. The weather was beautiful that day, as I remember, and I was eager to prepare the garden for a party that weekend. I was really into the music, singing along where I knew the words, and humming where I didn’t. I didn’t hear the tiny voice behind me.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Humor
How to Answer An Omen
In truth, Clarissa hadn’t really been in the mood for Chinese food anyway, which was unusual in itself because she loved Chinese food. When she was just eight years old, she used to beg her mom to take her to the Dragon Dumplings restaurant by leaving its menus in conspicuous locations. But in spite of her reluctance, they pulled up to the restaurant with little ceremony. Clarissa’s mom had called her friend Louisa, who was already inside, waving at them through the darkly-tinted windows.
By Samantha Smithabout a year ago in Humor
Look out, here she comes
Will someone explain to me – in a way I can, maybe, understand – what AI involves? I'm too technologically challenged even to fathom the very concept...the possibilities. I'm probably more confused about this than I was when someone tried to explain how a facsimile (fax) machine worked back in the 1980s. I still don't understand completely. That’s a lie. I still don’t understand at all. It's fallen into the category of 'things I don't need to know'.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Humor
Ernest needed milk
It all started with a simple plan: Ernest needed milk. The morning was unremarkable—sunbeams splashing across the kitchen table, a tepid cup of coffee half-forgotten beside a crossword puzzle—and Ernest, feeling virtuous, decided to walk to the neighborhood grocery store. Little did he know that his ordinary errand was about to unfold into a reality-bending carnival of absurdity.
By Wesley C. Martinabout a year ago in Humor
The Octopus Awards
THE OCTOPUS AWARDS Around 8AM on the first of April, chalky grey skies gathered over the Cambridge School hall. Around it, a range of vans, cars, SUV’s and such also gathered. From them emerged a range of people bearing their cargo: carts, crates, glass cubicles, all containing their precious cargo. The children of the school had generously made a large, colourful sign, with childish illustrations around the title:
By robert fishermanabout a year ago in Humor
