Humor

Choices, an overheard conversation

It was a dark and stormy night...

no, no, no that’s not the way to start a story.

OK what do you suggest?

Job Haunt

2012 and jobs in California are still hard to find, with the advent of high resolution computer graphics it is even hard to get a job as an extra on a movie or television filming, I need the help of professionals.

Ghost hunters

 

© 2012 Nick B

 

“What was that?” Bob asked, looking about nervously.

From a Flighty Mind

You’re working outside, on a beautiful day, but as you work your attention is distracted.

Cat and Dog

Cat and Dog

by Joyce Melton

The Cat woke up in her tree and took a long stretch before looking around. The sun rose over there and that was right. Birds, delicious birds, flew over there, and that was right. The Dog was sniffing under her tree, and that was wrong.

'poH

'poH
by Joyce Melton

 

I had a weird dream about working on a series of kid's books. They were illustrated and I wish I could draw like that. Some of it looked a lot like Brad Guigar's art on Evil, Inc.

One of the books was about a young owl discovering things. It was called, "Nobody Really Likes Liver."

Of Ping Pong Ball Interdimensional Diplomacy

It seems it sort of started innocently enough, I guess – I don’t know.

All it took was two ingredients:  Hank and that old tree in his back yard.  How the old tree entered in what happened, you could understand, considering all the weird stories that have been told through the years about it. 

Here Comes A Bureaucrat

Here Comes A Bureaucrat

 

by Joyce Melton

 

John Cash

 

 

John Cash

 

by J.E. Melton

 

GNOME

I chose to have some fun with just a bit of Mis-characterization. Now my spell check hates me.

Stake Out

What’s that Joe?

I said they’ve spotted him.

Are you sure that’s the right person? Looks like a little kid.

Keeping Quiet, the unreported story

Temporal Address withheld under restrictions of the temporal security code of 2025.

Bed Time Story

Daddy! There's a monster under my bed!

This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 25

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!

Worth A Picture

 

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
 

Here Today...

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...

Farm Town Chronicles 9-12

 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!

Farm Town Chronicles

 Farm Town Chronicles


by Commentator

Farm Town Chronicles 5-8

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.

This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 23

"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.

This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 22

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.

This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 20

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?

Happily Ever After?

A wicked and decadent sequel to the Cinderella story...

 
 Happily Ever After?
 
Fractious Fairy Tale
.
 by Laika Pupkino
 

This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 19

“It’s a door!” I say, “A door upstairs!  How’d that happen?

This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 18 (added to)

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.

This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 17

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.

This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 16

“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.

This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 15

“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.

This is an Unexpected Bump for Sure -- 14

We sit down at Raphael’s restaurant, at a sidewalk table.
“Won’t somebody notice “Pierre” there?”  Asks Chloe.

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