Humor

Hunter Stalks the Darkness
The shadows filling the barn were his natural habitat; all feared to enter his domain. His dark fur blending perfectly as he stalked his prey between bales of hay. His green eyes shining with malevolent intelligence, the only visual clue that he was on the prowl. Even his silent padding, each measured step placed optimally to prevent his prey from realizing, that today was its final moment. His tail began a rhythmic twitching, sign enough for any that witnessed, that he had spotted his prey. Sure enough, just a short leap away from his cleverly concealed vantage, the twitching pink nose and the sound of chittering teeth munching on grain. A large female mouse had the nerve to steal from his people. His long dark tail twitched ever slower, in shorter and shorter lengths as his rear legs bunched in preparation for his patented “Death From Above (TM pending)” leap”. When the moment had finally reached its breaking point, he pounced. Wiry, cable-like muscles released their tension in one convulsive burst, like thick rubber bands. His aim near perfect, he sailed directly toward the vile interloper defiling his domain. His razor-sharp claws, talons of death reaching for the thief’s life. Somehow, despite his perfection in motion, the villainous rodent felt the approaching death, and did what she did best; scamper like her life depended on it.
By Brian Amonette5 years ago in Fiction
This Old Treasure
Ma always said, that in time of need, dig up the treasure in the basement. We all knew about it. Ma had five sibs, and Da had ten at one time, though only six of the whole bunch lived to have kids. But we all knew. Da's great-great-great-great grandpa had buried a treasure in the basement of the house, and if we were ever in dire need, dig it up and use it.
By Meredith Harmon5 years ago in Fiction
The Cake
July 2nd, 1973 Dear writing journal, I’m only writing to you because Mother made me promise. Father says I should be ashamed. He’ll be looking for an admission of guilt when he flips through these pages to check I’ve really been filling them out.
By Svetlana Sterlin5 years ago in Fiction
Just The Backpack
There's something special about impromptu trips. "Meet us at the ferry, we'll take the head count there," reminds Sara before waving goodbye.
By Eyekay5 years ago in Fiction
Slumber Party
Slumber Party S. Hileman Iannazzo Herb sprawled contentedly. His left arm was tucked under his head, and his right tossed lightly across his chest. Looking at him, I thought, “He looks like an angel” and then I mustered up as much force as my exhausted 110 pound frame could manage and I drove my knee into his rib cage with a primal groan.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo5 years ago in Fiction
The End of the Road. Top Story - July 2021.
“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.”
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Fiction
Boundaries
I could feel the cold concrete beneath me and numbness settling over my body. I would have never predicted the day to end in a tragedy with such a spectacular start.
By Marissa Macedo5 years ago in Fiction
The Mare's Nest
In situations such as these, Helen knew that it was much better to use one's head. "You've grown much too accustomed to poverty," said Frank, wagging his head blearily through the long fronds of willow that had hitherto entombed her harmony.
By Grace McHale5 years ago in Fiction
5 Things I Learned Clubbing Baby Seals
Believe it or not there are several lessons to be learned from a season of baby seal clubbing. What started out as an adventure, of trying to connect with First Nations people groups, turned into a life changing study of self introspection like no other.
By The Prepared Christian5 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Box-Making
Author's Preface: I was surprised last Friday by the arrival of a mysterious box at my doorstep. It was not wrapped, and had no evident return address. Clearly it had not been delivered by mail but rather dropped off by someone or something. Review of my home security footage revealed that it had been left by a drone of unknown origin. It was a rather plain box and when opened revealed nothing inside. The only clue as to its origins or purpose lay in a faint inscription barely visible on its base. It read "I do not make boxes I construct containers for the universe" - Chin sang Wu.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Fiction
Fast And Slow
I find it strange with books , TV and film how similar sized items seem to take such different times to watch or read. I suppose that is mainly whether you want to take it on or you feel you have to take it on. There are so many books , films and TV series that I have on my lists and some are enjoyable but difficult to get through and therefore take much longer and this is true of all media.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 years ago in Fiction
Movin' On Out
10 CC’s, “Not In Love.”, has converted to the anthem of the hollow sinking sun, while the numerous, trek produced, blisters divulge themselves and progressively cover my throbbing feet. This agonising affliction synchronises with the rollercoaster of rage, accompanied by sorrow, as my intellect scrutinises over the details of the hours recently termed past. With diminutive sunshine left to bask in, I gaze rearwards to the sunset, foolishly mistaken for a sunrise, of two sunsets ago. Tonight, was the night as well… The entire motivation for this ridiculous heart piercing trip… The night of the Aurora Australis.
By Samuel Fletcher5 years ago in Fiction