Humor
Final Countdown
“Bye John!” “Bye Larry!” I hop into my Toyota Camry. My parent’s house is only a 10 minute drive from work. A nice commute for “Last Day On Earth.” I pass by the usual: Ms. Pickens pruning her daisies, Sarah and Sasha tanning on the lawn, their brother Joey biking around them in circles, and the old Chinese lady collecting her cans. I decide to give asking Sarah out one last good ol’ fashioned American try.
By Juliet DeVette3 years ago in Fiction
This is How The World Ends
It started with the night clubs. One Friday night, after a long day at work, the whole world collectively decided to just stay home. Why go out, when you could order a take away and watch some comedy panel shows with the family? A bottle of wine and a good curry sounded so much better than getting dressed in their glad rags and hitting the town.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Fiction
Burnout
The day the police came for Cameron Rose, she had passed out in her own vomit. She had spent the night drinking shots and smoking a new drug called “sparks” with her friends. The drug was called that because when you lit the joint, it started flashing like a sparkler. It was supposed to give you visions of the future, but Cameron only had flashes of some frog-like creature sitting on her chest, singing a popular song from her preteen days called “(Make that Butt) Work”.
By Maggie Dukes3 years ago in Fiction
Burger Heist
“Put your fucking masks on!” he hissed. The two men in the front seat of the car did as he said. “Remember, no fucking names, I’m One, you are Two,” he said to the man in the driver’s seat who was slipping his ski mask over his head. “And you are Three, got it?” The man in the passenger seat nodded his reply. One noticed Two’s hands were shaking. He’d worked with Three before and knew he was solid but this was his first job with Two and this was already making him nervous. “Hey! Get it together goddamn it!”
By Peter Hoffman3 years ago in Fiction
Day of the Dog
Day of the Dog I am Eren, the Dachshund Shape Demon God Of The Apocalypse. I’m comfortable navigating around several different time zones and parallel universes. I am not the only demon god from the underworld but I have certain powers that make me unique, I have nuclear poop that may appear anytime or anywhere in random dimensions and I have a heart shaped silver locket on my collar with my name on it. I’m especially proud of the locket. I instructed the fiery hellhounds of Hell to keep the temperature below 900 °C during my visits, that is well below the melting point of silver but it’s hot enough to make my locket glow in a bright orange colour and it would remain nice and warm long after my visit too. I do appreciate such qualities of the precious metal, and I know that other dogs envy me for it.
By Perla Kormos3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond The Universe...
The lone words that phase in and out of my consciousness are the perception bending lyrics of the since disbanded musical masters of the sixties, “Images of fractured light flitter before me like a billion globes…” All this occurred within, the four cornered prison cell of, my being as I observed the motion of the glowing orbs rise and fall as they breathed. The earths, dim lighted infinite expanding, celestial sea whispers the wisdom of the timeworn sages of yore, though the whispering’s meaning are beyond my comprehension; nevertheless, it was made known to me as I voyage across the universe.
By Samuel Fletcher3 years ago in Fiction
To The Stars
Our eyes intertwined as our mouths distance shortened; could this be it? Could this be love? What of her request? A mortal achieving such a feat, it doesn’t sound plausible and yet for her, all obstacles appear frail, and impossibilities are simply hints pointing towards an exotic undiscovered horizon. Her wish in the face of romance is merely a wall for love to climb. For her I’ll make the impossible possible even if her task is… bottling stars within a jar… Oh, no.
By Samuel Fletcher3 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Wampum
We need a Galactic Internet Connection before Russia,” was neatly printed in green ink on a clean piece of cardboard. Doctor Eli Prod held the sign in one hand. In his other hand was an aluminum foil-lined hat. He watched as a pulse of people started up from the subway during the morning rush.
By Mark Stigers 3 years ago in Fiction
Pawn Shop Dystopia
Disgruntled with his government-provided equipment, the Ready Player Pawn Shop owner glares at a piece of seemingly silver jewellery lying upon the surface of faulty technology. An oil painting hung up behind the counter, a hologram label before it reading that it was originally created in 2013 by an unidentified author (crippling its value), pictures a gorgeous woman who is seemingly middle-aged, though she looks no older than her twenties. Her cat-like eyes gaze upon the strangely shaped object as freakish lime lights dance across its beaten surface. Out of nowhere, a booming sneeze erupts from the store owner, leaving no time to bring his arm to catch it. To the painted woman’s dismay, snot dangles from her styled, auburn hair. His eyes don’t change from their resting position of constant ferocity but the gentle exhalation from his nose explain his current thoughts plentiful. He sighs. First, he checks the left pocket of the vintage cotton jacket, where the label annoyingly poking out from the collar reads ‘MADE IN CHINA - 2032’, before jerking his hand back to the polluted air with no form of tissue in his possession. Some brief contemplation takes place before he takes the cheaply framed portrait from the wall and slots it beneath the counter crafted out of LED screens. A few minutes pass before he moves again to scratch his bristled jaw before being brought back to life by a melodious pinging from the machine beside him.
By Corey Price3 years ago in Fiction
Captain Comet
Nathan was a sharp-eyed child and his keen eyes allowed him to see the greatest of details no matter how big or how small. Capable of counting marching ants on an ant hill or viewing the moonlit craters in the night, Nathan considered this his one superpower.
By Michael A Mendoza3 years ago in Fiction