Humor
The Angry Flamingos
Barry Token stepped onto the porch early Saturday morning. The neighborhood slept moments before the rise of the sun. Even with the summer heat, the darkness of night provided a crisp touch to the skin. Barry fantasized about his retirement. Next Saturday would be his first day unemployed in forty years. As he contemplated on a new hobby, he noticed an envelope under his slippers. Odd, he thought to himself. Why wouldn’t the writer of this letter drop it off in the mailbox?
By Sarah Nguyen5 years ago in Fiction
Overheard: A Boy Mom's Bedtime Story
While the bedtime story is often a source of wonder, for some parents it is a source of love, laughter and constant derailment. In a suburban home, in a neighborhood just like yours, a tired mom was putting her two boys to bed in their room. We were able to get a transcript of the story that transpired:
By Penny Fuller5 years ago in Fiction
The Wizard's Game
Where was I? Let’s see, store ban… past that… bumbling crackpot Wizard… no, no... hallucinogen mist… boring… floating dingo head, dancing weirdo… I’m missing something! Oh yeah, hells decent… So here we are a bleak trail into the belly of well… not really a beast; perhaps it would be better if I knew what I was entering as you know the wisdom of what’s often quoted, “Better the devil you know than the one you don’t.”
By Samuel Fletcher5 years ago in Fiction
Weirdo Alley
Guys, it’s worse… way worse… I am under my head, no, no, that’s not right; I am way under my foot; my, my, foot is over my face, ugh! You get the picture; I have been captured and held against my will; forced to complete in a series of deeming and questionable challenges; you knew what I was trying to say. My captors, I don’t hear you ask but presume, a group of terrorsome mystics. Ewww… *Shudders*
By Samuel Fletcher5 years ago in Fiction
Galactic Guide To Gospel Missions
Watch out! The Anthrosians are fiercely hospitable. They are dangerous in their desire to show outsiders warmth and welcome. Recall, if you will, the first millennia of galactic missions when there were many lessons being learned, like that which Bufford the Bulbous discovered unintentionally while on gospel mission to Anthros.
By Benjamin K. Lucas5 years ago in Fiction
Welcome To... Melburn?
Well, I've gone an' done it. Set the whole world ablaze and all for an ice cream, talk about fire and ice! How was I supposed to know the machinery had a limit? A cool down time, for a frozen cream machine, like seriously? They often say, 'One small desire burns a fire.' but somehow, I do not believe this is what they meant. I have to fix this, "Siri, how do you stop a blaze from consuming a city you just moved to?"
By Samuel Fletcher5 years ago in Fiction
Stupid Marriage. Stupid Bombs.
Life in a bunker can make a girl go crazy if she doesn't get ahead of it and stay busy. I never really bought into the whole preparedness craze that swept through the country in the years before the war. David was the one who insisted on pivoting our savings and discretionary budget into what he mirthfully called our "home beneath the loam", and since he brought in the money and supplied the dad jokes and typically asked for nothing in return I ended up not only humoring him on the endeavor, but also convincingly feigning interest when he got excited about the bunker planning and fell wallet first into the “prepping” subculture.
By Nicolas Sexton5 years ago in Fiction
