Humor
“The Clever Rabbit Who Outsmarted the King of the Jungle”
The sun had barely risen when the first roar of the lion rolled across the jungle like thunder. Leaves trembled, birds took flight, and even the wind seemed to pause in fear. Deep inside his cave, the lion—massive, golden, and proud—opened his amber eyes. He was the unquestioned king of the jungle, but not the kind of king who protected his subjects. He ruled through terror.
By hamad khan3 months ago in Fiction
The story that wasn’t
The Summer That Wasn’t? Yes! I thought. This is the one. This will be my first success as an author. $200 first prize will set me up in my new career as a world-famous writer. That night I dreamt about signing copies of my book at a gala launch event.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 months ago in Fiction
The Difference
It felt like only yesterday that I met her, the years just pass by and I remember that day so well. She caught my attention then and catches more each day that passes. I look at her, getting lost in those eyes every day as she smiles at me. Her lips curving perfectly, her nose crinkles just so and that smile is mine always. Well let me tell you the story of how this perfect woman entered my life.
By Magnar Arne4 months ago in Fiction
The Pumpkin Spice Protest
The first leaf of autumn hadn't even hit the pavement before the world went mad. Pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin spice candles, pumpkin spice dog treats. To Agatha, owner of The Crusty Loaf bakery, it was an assault on the very dignity of the season. Autumn was for robust sourdough, for apple-cinnamon scones with real diced apple, for hearty rye breads. It was not, she declared to her empty shop, for "flavoring perfectly good coffee with what tastes like a candle shop fire."
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (8). Content Warning.
Chapter 8: The woman I used to call my wife. “You know, Emily, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm impressed," I said, leaning against the wall of Emily's cubicle. "Trying to be a better person takes morals, and I’m honestly surprised you've got 'em. You’re usually so unscrupulous!"
By Alex H Mittelman 4 months ago in Fiction
Party Animal
Hudson was outside, staring at the vultures. Look, I don’t really care for dogs. But now that we’ve got a proper collar on it, and the proper spells, it can’t harm us. We hope. Hudson can come and go as it pleases, but the Magi-Flee barrier on all the doors prevent its carrying any creepy crawlies into the house. And considering how insistent Hudson has been, going in and out, the place smells like lavender all the time.
By Meredith Harmon4 months ago in Fiction
