humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
A Letter From The Author
A Letter From The Author Hi! if you are reading this, that means you have purchased my first best selling book! Hurray! I’m so happy to share my words with you! First let me tell you a little about myself and this journey here. You may be asking yourself, “Who is this Annaleise Entler? What’s her deal?” or “How do I find out more about this author? What is her history with writing? What makes her tick?” Well, you are actually in luck because this is my Letter From The Author and it starts like this…
By Tara Trate5 years ago in Humans
Small Kitten
I’m tucked into my windowsill wondering what mundane day it is today. I romantically fashion it to be a Monday because that would mean my line up of shows would be on tonight and I could drift into what is best described as a glazed over snack grabbing goblin. For two hours I can justify my sin of sloth because I am helping actors line their pockets with my viewership. It’s a societal contribution, I promise you cannot tell me otherwise. However, it is not Monday, it is Thursday. Thursday is a minimal activity day, for I am unemployed and have been for several months. Thursday is when I open the laptop as if it were the door of a confessional giving myself silent congratulations every week for executing the task. Thursdays are important because I have to complete my online unemployment questionnaire. I log in type in my name and password, I don’t trust google so I never save it. I don’t look at the questions anymore since I have them memorized. “Have you been looking for work this week?” Yes of course as I snicker and roll my eyes and click “No.” “Are you injured or impaired in any way that prevents you from looking for employment?” I always click yes, because I find my personality to be a people repellent, but they have yet to classify it as a legitimate ailment. I write that I have depression because they can’t tell you that your depression is false. There are a couple more questions that I answer yes, no, yes to and submit. Whatever they are I must be answering them correctly because I keep getting paid.
By Britt Baker5 years ago in Humans
A Magical Modern Art Piece
A duck with twelve feet, coated with some kind of bronze paint and possibly mold. It was unimpressive, but it was an oddity, it makes sense to find it at an oddities shop. An old barber joint repurposed to house a wide variety of left behind craft projects and junkyard findings. This line of retail is a bit of a scam, you can throw any old concoction together and slap a price tag on it. They didn’t even bother to take out the swivel chairs, still bolted to the floor. Some stacked with boxes full of posters or a few dozen eccentric coats, another was set behind a counter, and on it was Phil.
By Kamil Jodzio5 years ago in Humans
The Last Stop
“EXCUSE ME SIR!” I yelled. “SIR!” “HEY! YOU WITH THE GREEN SWEATER!!” He must be in quite a rush or in his own world not to be able to hear me screaming as loud as I am. He’s in such haste; he dropped his small black notebook. Man, I really need to start working out. He’s going way too fast for me to catch up and I’m breaking a sweat. “SIR?????” I give up. I can’t catch him and I have to get to work before I’m late.
By Tashena Rich5 years ago in Humans
Welcome to Rainbowland
Augustine was never one for games. She cared rarely for thrill or seduction, and as far as she was concerned, those were the two reasons why anyone ever accepted an invitation to play a game. She learned that growing up in a poker house, where she and other children of self-made millionaires witnessed traders and politicians delude themselves into believing that the room was filled with reciprocity and friendship, and that love existed wherever beauty did.
By Elizabeth Tam5 years ago in Humans
Good Initiative, Bad Judgment
Valerie and Jamie finally park in front of their newest pride and joy, aka “their last hope at redemption”, a property they purchased at a county auction. Literally. It’s their last shot at salvation or else they really might just die. Dramatic but not, not true, they’re just really bad at being Millennials. (Or really good, depending on your perspective.)
By Valerie Rivero5 years ago in Humans
Return On Investment
Jeremy never had trouble finding his zen on the job. Embedded in every photoshoot was an obligatory wave of chaos and, from fussy toddlers to snarling bridezillas on a warpath, he gracefully surfed them all. Through client or cacophony, he could always zero in on the gentle hum of photography lights and achieve nirvana within the white noise. “I want it to be tasteful, you know?” said Silas, “Something that says I get off my yacht one leg at a time.”
By Devin Nealy5 years ago in Humans
From Leonine to Asinine
It’s been years since I even thought about my horoscope. Raised in a very religious household (my father was a Gideon - you know - the people who put Bibles in hotel rooms), I was taught to shun anything - especially of celestial origins - that instructed me about how to live. Now, in this age of digital media, we’re subjected to a barrage of ads telling us how to live our lives - what to wear, what to eat, what not to eat, what to drive, who to love, et cetera, et cetera. Who needs a horoscope? Just turn on the TV.
By Maria Ware-Patterson5 years ago in Humans
Heroes
BRACE YOURSELF! Even though this story is written from my perspective, I am NOT the main character. I am not the “HERO” we need. I am not the one with the power to save the world nor am I equipped with all the most perfect traits of humility, bravery, strength, or honor. In moments where I am forced to choose between right and wrong, sometimes I have chosen wrong. Sometimes I have stood quietly, unable to respond heroically in the face of adversity. I have watched in silence as another human being suffered, unsure of how to respond… unsure of how my strength or voice could be used to prevent a tragedy from happening. I have misunderstood the Gravity of Danger. How it has the capacity to cost a precious life, and how there are always casualties when hatred is involved. For these reasons, I can say with near certainty that I am probably not the Hero that we are all severely in need of. Despite this, though, I know that I AM SOMEBODY in the Hero’s story and so are you! Perhaps you are the Hero themself and you have the ability to think of others in a way that encompasses their safety alongside your own. It takes so much sacrifice to be the kind of Hero we all need. To be the Hero of anything, any moment, is hard enough… but to be the Hero of Earth and all of its people is another thing. It is Another Level of understanding of Peace, Compassion, Love, and Devotion to the Balance of Equality that I still have trouble comprehending. A “HERO” must be anointed with some special ability to see beyond the constructs of the world as it functions around descriminitive systems and norms...and OUR Hero, for all intents and purposes, must find a way to fulfill the needs of those who are oppressed by these very systems by finding ways to dismantle them. Our Hero represents the epitome of GOOD in the face of Evil. Even if the Hero is the Final Martyr of Righteousness in contrast to the evils of the world, Our Hero (he or she) an army of people also fighting for what is right, too! But whatever our role may be, I know now that I must be an “Ally” to Our Hero when the time arises. The Hero who demonstrates incomprehensible endurance in the face of The Dangers of Evil.
By Sakile Lowman5 years ago in Humans
