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"Sandwich Misunderstood"
"Sandwich Misunderstood" Ben had always taken great satisfaction in his ability to solve problems. Ben was the person you called when something went wrong, whether it was repairing the copier at work or assisting his neighbor with assembling IKEA furniture (which ended up needing a few extra screws). But today was going to go horribly wrong in a way that nobody could have foreseen.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Humor
"The Missing Donuts Scandal"
"The Missing Donuts Scandal" It was a normal Thursday morning in Nutville, a little town. A slight wind blew over the streets, and the sun broke through the clouds to illuminate the charming tiny houses and businesses. However, there was a problem at the neighborhood bakery, "Sweet Sensations."
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Humor
The Day My Dog Ran for Mayor.
In the town of Muffinville, where the annual highlight was the Great Jam Jar Toss and the mayor’s podium doubled as a squirrel-watching perch, life was anything but ordinary. The townsfolk wore mismatched socks on Tuesdays, argued passionately about the merits of crunchy vs. smooth peanut butter, and once elected a rubber duck as honorary town treasurer. So, when my golden retriever, Waffles, ended up on the mayoral ballot, no one batted an eye. At first.
By Sanchita Chatterjee2 years ago in Humor
"The Great Prank War at Work"
"The Great Prank War at Work" It all began quite casually. Dan, an extremely serious accountant, was clicking at spreadsheets while seated at his desk. Even though the office was business casual, he was the type of guy who always wore a suit and had the energy of a sloth after a three-day snooze. For him, work was all about numbers, following the rules, and staying away from anything that could even be called "fun."
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Humor
Tom's Trojan Paste. Runner-Up in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
I switched toothpastes when the conspiracy theories finally got to me. Patty Lovarco, my seventh grade science teacher, was the first to warn me about the toxic effects of fluoride. Since then, I had done a bit of research, and searched my soul for an answer to the question: "Would my own government really do that to me?"
By A. S. Lawrence2 years ago in Humor
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 Combs2 years ago in Humor
The Extraordinary Adventure of Mr. Clink and the Lost Sock
Mr. Clink awoke on an ordinary Tuesday morning, though he would later contend that it was no ordinary Tuesday at all. It began like any other day. His alarm clock, a tiny, slightly overweight rooster, squawked at 6:45 a.m. in a voice that could best be described as "angrily indifferent." It was a sound Mr. Clink had grown accustomed to. After all, he had no choice. The rooster had been his alarm clock for 37 years. Its only function in life was to wake him up, and, for reasons unknown to Mr. Clink, it did so with the flair of a Shakespearean tragedy.
By Latoria Hall2 years ago in Humor
Pileated
I was stuck in traffic, and I was going to be late again. I berated myself for not leaving earlier. Staring ahead, I could only see miles of vehicles. Changing the radio to AM 2375 to listen to the traffic report, I began impatiently thrumming my fingers on the steering wheel.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Humor
