Humor
The Brownie's Intervention
1 | If there was anything happening in Pear Tree Village, Fiona the Brownie knew about it. She didn't consider herself a gossip, though she'd heard others whispering about it while she was sweeping outside Pear Tree Tavern. She may, on occasion, hear some things that she then shares with others. She thought information sharing was very important for a small village. After all, if it weren't for her, how would anyfae know anything?
By Krystle Lynn Rederer5 years ago in Fiction
Bones & Silicone
Grave robbing in southern California was all Leroy’s idea. “All them rich folk in Cali-Fornia, we could make a fortune!” He tilted the bottle back and stared up at the stars, “You know them rich people, they so greedy, they so scared somebody else gonna get they stuff they even take it to the grave with ‘em.”
By Riya Anne Polcastro5 years ago in Fiction
It’s All in the Pull
“Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.” —Anne Morrow Lindbergh There were few things more alluring than a warm cup of coffee in the fall when the air turned cool and the leaves turned to fiery colors. She usually insisted that coffee was a year-round delight since she was admittedly rather obsessed with the proper preparation of espresso-based drinks. As they walked into the cafe, the smell of freshly-roasted coffee beans hit her instantaneously.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA5 years ago in Fiction
Wisdom from a Bear and his friends.
Growing up, you can say that I was not popular. It was a bit of a rough patch for me- those school-age days. I wore braces and glasses. I was socially awkward and never invited to birthday parties. I wanted to be good at school, but it was hard. I wanted to be athletic, but I did not have the genes for it. I wanted to be artistic but never really stood out as having ability. As a result, I am not even a memory to my fellow students.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins5 years ago in Fiction
Gunar Vaslovic and the Credit Card
“Hey! Can we get some service over here?” Nancy stopped combining A.1. bottles and rushed over to Table 25. The blonde in the see-through blouse disentangled herself long enough from her date to pout at Nancy. “This Coke is flat,” she commented, shoving her glass at the server.
By Kathleen Youmans5 years ago in Fiction
Ralph's Shoe Store
My name is Gordon Bradshaw. I’ve lived in this city for fifteen years; I’m a professor at the university here. But it was only recently that I made quite the startling discovery about this quaint little town. When I found out, I was absolutely beside myself. I had no idea such a thing was going on in this seemingly innocent little town! Well...innocent apart from all the muggings. But still, I was shocked to discover that such a thing had been going on all this time, and I had not been any the wiser.
By Frank Macaluso5 years ago in Fiction
A Response to a Troll Doll Thief
There's a saying on Wall St that sums up very concisely what mistake you made but also should be a reality check for you if you're going to continue trying these shady underhanded "highway" jobs; which are the main reason why people don't like to deal in the "free zone" of FB.
By Barb Snodgrass5 years ago in Fiction
Zoey & Katy
The uniform is the worst part of the job: starched button-up, stiff, itchy collar. It’s wet in no time, heavy with the salty drops that fall off the back of my head. The bowtie around my neck is too tight and soon it is also soaking wet. The black polyester slacks trap heat and sweat in the space between my balls and ass crack.
By Riya Anne Polcastro5 years ago in Fiction
