Humor
Operation Frozen Yoghurt
The task was simple: go to the server room, steal company secrets, check them, and give them to my MI6 brother outside. But was it easy? I had meant for my cover to make me likeable, and it did. Everyone in the office liked me enough that I couldn’t pass anyone without receiving a hello and small talk. Brilliant. Imagine needing to smile all day and pretend you have a life. Abysmal.
By Eliza West4 years ago in Fiction
Game of Gnomes: The Necrognomicon
Bang… and other such alarming onomatopoeias had been berating Gassy Bedchambers’ ears for several hours now. The unfortunately-named, plump little gnome was lucky enough to have a sturdy shelter from the increasingly persistent storm outside. At least, that’s what he would lead any lost, weary travellers to believe. Not that he’d seen any. He’d in fact chosen this place for its dangerous isolation.
By M. J. Northwood4 years ago in Fiction
Yoga Bro versus the dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But, then again, the valley didn’t always have you as their Yoga Bro. You set up shop in the valley yesterday, marketing your wares as “Hardcore Yoga”. You had just completed intensive teacher training with Swami Hardcore. You knew him as the Swami who ditched his masters in order to divine the mysteries of why his hernia flared up only at times when there was trash to be picked up off his floor. You had been coerced into learning the skills required to appraise and acknowledge the holy hernia, or at least to realize it was holier than your abdominal muscles would ever be, even with all the trash you had picked up off Swami Hardcore’s floor.
By Anton Crane4 years ago in Fiction
Assets
Jenny knew that art was dead. Her paintings of high praise were reduced to speculative assets, which were used in money laundering schemes and investment portfolios, and nobody actually cared about the paintings themselves. It was her name that turned $200 worth of art supplies into a $20,000 painting, not the craft and care that went into its creation.
By Marty Shambles4 years ago in Fiction
Carlos
She saw him approaching her a good ten minutes before they actually met. Out on those long and lonely stretches of the Meseta, that is not unusual. You can see all around for miles and so are forewarned of any other peregrinos in the vicinity. And that day there were not many. The walking season was drawing to a close; it had already rained twice that week.
By Matt Pointon4 years ago in Fiction
The Efficiency Of Harry Or The Perplexing Incident Involving Denny And The Weird Shit In The Bottle
Ok, now picture a hip, garage-ish soundtrack. Very ‘70’s English. The scene is a still-frame, mid-action of a man hopping a fence. His body, hoisted by one hand into the crunching position, has cleared the top, fairly visible and taking up most of the frame. He’s wearing tattered, red Chuck Taylor’s, jeans that stand the chance of having not been washed in months and a ragged old olive green T-shirt with a pocket over the left breast and yellowed bleach spots across the belly.
By Ken Withrow4 years ago in Fiction
Cooking With Ted In The Apocalypse
I overslept. The mattress and clean sheets, heavy blanket, and security of this society lulled me into a slumber I was loath to wake from, though my eyes did open to a high sun sharing its light through the windows, cut in long beams by blinds. I laid, unburdened by an agenda of survival but swamped in luxurious bed dressings, and my body fought against rising and shedding the cloths, and with it, the illusion of safety.
By Alexander Ray Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Honey, I Got Hit on by a Drag Queen
"Babe, listen--" "I am tired of listening to your pathetic excuses, Michael!" Michael Streight stared at his wife Alexia in bewilderment. The hazel eyes he looked into every night with love and adoration were now staring back at him with crazed incredulity, the bottom eyelid of her right eye twitching sporadically like it did when the kids were home.
By Charleigh Justice4 years ago in Fiction
Beggin for Bacon
There was a quick knock at the door as the deliveryman dropped off the house groceries. The drop off was a little bit later today than normal, around two thirty instead of one forty-five. On any other day, this wouldn’t be much cause for alarm. A bit of an inconvenience, but oh well. Today, however, they would need every spare minute they could get. Tanya opened the door to find five plastic bags on their doorstep. They could easily be carried in one trip.
By Sukie Harper4 years ago in Fiction
The Semi-Warring States Of Dragon Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley that sits between the kingdoms of Dunkren and Rabicula. In fact, before their sudden and mysterious disappearance a few days ago, they had only been there roughly three hundred years.
By Brian Rosen4 years ago in Fiction
