General Interest
Inoffensive to nearly all readers
Selected for young audiences
Submitted by Admin on Wed, 03/03/2010 - 21:27.
Submitted by Starla Anne on Sun, 02/14/2010 - 00:45.
In a few moments, Lolus looked at Ruth and said, "Child, you are about to have a baby."
"A baby?"
"Yes, dear. A baby."
Submitted by Nick B on Wed, 02/03/2010 - 08:59.
The Tank
© 2009 Nick B
A young man wakes face down on concrete to find himself in a room with no doors or windows. Contusions and bruising on his head are painful reminders of the events that led him to where he was and as his memory returns, he realises he’s not the only one in trouble.
He has to get out and fast…
Submitted by woody on Tue, 02/02/2010 - 15:35.
Thirteen - There’s Enough Blame for Everyone
Waking up early Sunday morning, Ken tried to convince himself that the end of the previous evening was nothing but a horrible nightmare. Unfortunately the evidence surrounding him told him that it was all too real.
Submitted by Tim Knight on Wed, 01/20/2010 - 02:32.
Healing a Princess : 32
(Welcome to Blaire)
Written by Tim Knight
Submitted by Tim Knight on Wed, 01/13/2010 - 01:43.
Healing a Princess: 31
(Deals, Steals, and Warnings)
Written by Tim Knight
Submitted by Tim Knight on Mon, 01/11/2010 - 03:02.
Healing a Princess: 29
(Trout, Ale, and Magic)
Written by Tim Knight
Submitted by Laika on Wed, 12/16/2009 - 01:00.
MY REPORT ON THE SIXTIES by Ronnie D Room 25
In the 1960's cute blonde girls wore bodypaint and danced the frug to jazzy go-go music played by studio hamfats. Everyone lived behind big panels painted with all flowers and wavy lines, opening trapdoors to say funny things like "Sock it to me." Nazi war criminals hid in the bushes. When you liked a girl you said "Wanna bite my Walnetto?" and then she hit you with her purse. There was a war or something, and some riots, and some people got shot, but everybody liked it when the fat man in the raincoat rode his tricycle and fell over.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Mon, 11/23/2009 - 09:22.
I chose to have some fun with just a bit of Mis-characterization. Now my spell check hates me.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/21/2009 - 10:42.
New Moon
She sat at the bar crying, she had not been there for long, I asked her … what is wrong?
She told me that tonight was her time of the moon, not to worry she would leave soon.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/21/2009 - 10:27.
A Summer Flight of Fancy
She cared not how I dressed, how long my hair was, nor what I wore. She drew a line at heels, verboten, however trainers or deck shoes were ok. Dressing up was fine but slacks and shorts were more practical for our dates.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/21/2009 - 10:03.
Two free spirits of the late 60s and early 70s. They met at
Caffe Lena in Saratoga Springs after a Three Dog night concert, and
recognized in each other the lost part of their own soul. That night they
drove out Highway 29 to Lake Desolation Road and headed uphill. On the
moonlight shore of the lake, the cooling air misting with tomorrow's fog,
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/14/2009 - 09:51.
What’s that Joe?
I said they’ve spotted him.
Are you sure that’s the right person? Looks like a little girl.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/14/2009 - 09:36.
Temporal Address withheld under restrictions of the temporal security code of 2025.
Submitted by Dean Vandusen on Sat, 11/14/2009 - 09:29.
Daddy! There's a monster under my bed!
Submitted by Kitten on Tue, 11/03/2009 - 13:31.
A Tail of Two Bloods
By Kitten
Chapter one: The Street Rat Fox
Submitted by woody on Wed, 10/21/2009 - 14:32.
Twelve -- Let’s Dance
The glowing feeling from her date the night before was still with her when Amanda woke up late Saturday morning.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Tue, 10/20/2009 - 11:45.
Boy is it dark!
I sense a presence in front of me – or – my sense of smell senses the presence – and boy does it sense it – phew!
Submitted by R.K.Galvez on Sun, 09/27/2009 - 20:35.
THE END: PART 1: LIBRI DOS NON RETOURNIZ:A brief interlude with the past/present/future time[s] of VeeCee and his long-lost companion, Von RapArd, despite both having conventional backgrounds, we get a confused pictorial-oral history[awfully semi-auto-biographical] and various predictable facets of timely dysfunction.
Submitted by Annette on Wed, 09/16/2009 - 19:05.
Gamma Trials
By: Annette MacGregor
What happens when your day goes from normal to the pits in a short period of time?
Submitted by R.K.Galvez on Thu, 09/10/2009 - 09:22.
Submitted by Laika on Tue, 09/08/2009 - 19:50.
I'm not very good at math, but if one picture is worth 1000 words,
then these ten 100 word stories must be
WORTH A PICTURE
Laika Pupkino ~~~ 2009
Submitted by Starla Anne on Tue, 08/11/2009 - 00:09.
This is the final chapter of Book One for now,
but there may be more added later.
-Starla-
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“I know why you are here. I have already read your mind. I also know where the others are and I will soon recapture them and bring them back. You want to tell me about your god. Correct?” Pharaoh mentally projected these thoughts to Lizzie Jane's mind. He knew that he was correct, but wanted Lizzie Jane to confess her plans.
A 23rd Century Girl
in the 20th Century
Chapter 20
(Final Chapter of Book One)
Submitted by woody on Sun, 08/09/2009 - 16:04.
Chapter Eleven – Game Day (Amanda)
It was late Friday afternoon and Amanda should have been preparing for her football game date with Ken.
She wasn’t.
Submitted by Nick B on Thu, 07/30/2009 - 10:18.
As I stood at the foot of that mountain – known as The Brocken or Brocksberg – I wondered whether I was doing the right thing. Trouble was; at that moment, right and wrong were a little blurred.
I could see the mountain soaring up before me, seemingly looking down and laughing – silently mocking me.
“It’s alright for you,” I said, even though I knew it neither heard nor cared.
The thing is; right and wrong are concepts that tend to change depending upon which side of the equation you’re on. What’s right for one needn’t be right for another and what appears to be wrong might actually be right…
Sometimes, there is neither ‘right’ nor ‘wrong’. Sometimes, it’s just what is and what isn’t.
Then of course there’s the downright weird…
Submitted by Starla Anne on Sat, 07/25/2009 - 21:55.
She kicked one guard in the groin, followed by the palm of her hand to his head causing him to lose balance and fall backward. She whirled around with a chop to the neck of the second guard strong enough to produce a fracture. He also fell to the floor in extreme pain. Linda turned and ran down the hall.
A 23rd Century Girl
in the 20th Century
Chapter 19
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Tue, 06/16/2009 - 11:04.
“Thank you for rescuing me.”
“It was the door.”
“How’s that?”
“It’s your own personal door – it’s with you all the time now, sort of surrounds you.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow!”
“Yep.”
“Thank God! Now I’m free!”
Submitted by Admin on Sun, 06/07/2009 - 11:36.
A Waste of Good Brandy
by Joyce Melton
I got up because I want to write this down.
Submitted by Eric on Fri, 05/15/2009 - 05:36.
In which a mystery of long standing is solved, mewling writers and chirping critics battle for the last laugh, and one storyteller discovers that there are worse fates for satire and its practitioners than closing on Saturday night...
Submitted by commentator on Mon, 04/20/2009 - 04:14.
Roamin' Holiday or 'Hare today, gone tomorrow'
I'm missing my friend Betty Sue. Oh, don't get me wrong she ain't dead or nothin'. But she did get herself into one heap o' trouble this past week. And now she's got extra chores and ain't got time to come and play with me. What kind of trouble you ask? More than you can shake a stick at!
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