Humor
Submitted by Admin on Wed, 03/03/2010 - 21:27.
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, 11/14/2009 - 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 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 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 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!
Submitted by commentator on Sat, 08/08/2009 - 13:56.
Farm Town Chronicles
by Commentator
Submitted by commentator on Fri, 04/10/2009 - 15:30.
Greased Frightening and Pink Slips
There's no playgrounds or malls for the local kids to play at so we are forced to create our own entertainment. The boys were wont to playing practical jokes like the one Mary Susan's older brothers played on her.
Submitted by commentator on Mon, 04/06/2009 - 11:30.
The Farm Town Chronicles
Home on The Bananaza
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Sun, 01/25/2009 - 12:10.
"Wait a minute!" I hear him say from beyond the door, wherever that is.
He comes back in, brings a chair, the two other men strip my clothes off me, tie me to the chair and put a bindfoild and gag on me.
"There!", he says, "That ought to do it!"
"This is getting bad," I think.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Fri, 01/23/2009 - 15:56.
He looks at me. I look away. He grabs my chin and forces my face to where I have to look at him. I close my eyes. He slaps me. “Keep your eyes open!” He says. I comply. “What are you!” He yells. “What do you mean?” I reply. “What are you!” He yells louder.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Thu, 12/18/2008 - 15:48.
It was a hallway -- a corridor -- couldn't see the walls, but it was nonetheless a corridor -- couldn't move left or right, just straight ahead.
Then ended.
In the reddish landscape. Just POP!
Then there they were: Chloe and Ralph and Brian and Tom and Dick and Harry and Ahmed and Raphael and Jacques.
Ralph?
Submitted by Laika on Fri, 11/14/2008 - 04:30.
A wicked and decadent sequel to the Cinderella story...
Happily Ever After?
A Fractious Fairy Tale
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by Laika Pupkino
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Wed, 11/12/2008 - 17:54.
“It’s a door!” I say, “A door upstairs! How’d that happen?
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Thu, 11/06/2008 - 14:25.
Well, I start to tell my story. Cars rush up to us, lights flashing. Men get out, bullhorn in one’s hand and guns in the hands of others.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Sun, 10/26/2008 - 11:28.
Wow, the way things happen. So Raphael knows some people. He’s been around. He’s a surprising surprise. Quite the cosmopolitan. He has been helpful. We are looking over the digs when men come up and talk with Jacques. Jacques comes over with them. They have uniforms on.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Thu, 10/23/2008 - 10:26.
“Mon Dieu!” Raphael exclaimed. “What is it?” “La Mer Morte.” ”The Dead Sea?” Chloe asked. “Quite so,” Raphael said emphatically. “Look at those!! It’s a total row of doors!” “Yes,” I said. Raphael moved closer to inspect.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Tue, 10/21/2008 - 10:55.
“We were nothing too.” “Nothing, too.” “Nothing too.” “But you’re not nothing.” “Nothing exists in the Nothing.” “Okay,” I said, “let me show you.” And I pulled the door out of my pocket.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Mon, 10/20/2008 - 12:09.
We sit down at Raphael’s restaurant, at a sidewalk table. “Won’t somebody notice “Pierre” there?” Asks Chloe.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Sat, 10/18/2008 - 15:14.
“Raff!” shouts the sales clerk, “Comment allez vous?” “Tres bien,” Raphael replies, “Est-ce que tu connais mes amis?” “Un peu. Porquois ils et tu entre sans habiillement?” “Long story,” Raphael replies. Then he turns to me.
Submitted by L D Welch on Thu, 10/16/2008 - 14:20.
Submitted by Laika on Wed, 10/15/2008 - 12:17.
TWO TALES OF AMERICAN BOYHOOD...
Songs of Innocence and Experience
by LAIKA PUPKINO
Submitted by L D Welch on Thu, 10/02/2008 - 00:51.
Excerpts from a longer work:
The Canyon Sketches (An Irreverent History)
Submitted by L D Welch on Thu, 09/25/2008 - 12:53.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Wed, 09/24/2008 - 17:44.
Nobody’s watching as I look around to see if anybody’s watching. There’s the door. Here I am. There’s everybody else.
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Thu, 09/18/2008 - 17:04.
“That is quite all right,” Chloe replies, “I think we should consider other matters.”
Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Fri, 08/29/2008 - 15:53.
This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure
by D. Maxim
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