General
"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 Islamabout a year ago in Humor
"The Misplaced Key"
"The Misplaced Key" The old house at the end of Maple Street had long been a favorite of Marissa's. Stories of the past were whispered by the attractiveness of its ivy-clad windows and ancient stone walls. For as long as Marissa could remember, her grandma, Eleanor, had resided in this home. The house, however, was now deserted. The future of the mansion seems dubious after Eleanor's death a few months ago.
By Rajoan Islamabout a year ago in Humor
Partner's in Crime
They had been in this sleepy town for less than 24 hours, 12 of which they had slept at this cute but somewhat dingy motel in the dessert. It was the vibe more than anything. The rooms were upgraded and clean, but the old feel of the building, there was something to it. It was if the walls told a story. The room spoke.
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Humor
The Little Monsters
“Wake me up, before you go g-” “Ugh I’m really starting to HATE that song.” Kate groggily complained as she reached for her phone on the nightstand. She dismissed the alarm and before she could set the phone down, a Celine Dion song started playing,
By Tressa Roseabout a year 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 Combsabout 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
