Two scientists stood over the glass bottle, ogling it. Neither wanted to touch the thing, for obvious reasons.
“It filters,” one said. Continue reading
Tag Archives: silly
Microfiction: The House With The Small Hamper
Several families, couples, even a few wayward homeless people had stayed in that house, but they all left. They all fled, basically, slowly, yes, moving being what it is—but fled just the same from this house. They noticed the hamper, and tried to remove it, and found that they couldn’t. Continue reading
Poem: Punch Drunk
You know it’ll hurt,
When you tell the tale,
Now then, too,
But the bruise sting—
That’s more the fail, Continue reading
Microfiction: A Quick Joke
Scans show nothing wrong with Yang, but, still, he is there.
“Look, I’m sure you have wonderful insurance, Yang, but this is gone too far.”
Yang crosses his arms over his chest. He’s a small man but has a large frown. “Are you telling me you do not want more business? It’s a dumb thing to deny service to a repeat customer.” Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Foam Sword
One could not overstate the significance of the foam sword. Perhaps, in the entire history of the room, and the house’s various occupants through the years, the foam sword was the most important thing to ever grace those four walls. For one, it tied the room together nicely; for another, it made several religions with its very presence. Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Bad Days
We all have those days, right? That’s the saying, at least. But, Willow, Willow did not have bad days—she had the worst days. Supernaturally horrible days. Continue reading
Be A Little Funny Sometimes
If you are reading this, and consider yourself a supremely serious person, then I have a thing to say to you.
Lighten up!
Honestly, just smile. Continue reading
My First World Writer Problem
The expression “First World problems” is interesting. It serves as a reality check for certain complaints. To get someone to examine all the comforts of their life they may take for granted.
It’s a common enough thing in America. I am certainly guilty of overinflating my grievances. Of being dramatic.
This is one of those times. Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Don’t Move
No monsters. No demons. No evil.
Sometimes even I need to just write a tiny, funny story. I call it:
Don’t Move
Well see, here was the problem. I didn’t want to tell her. I didn’t know how she’d take it. She was going to freak out.
She needed to know though. I would want to know if I was in her shoes.
“Don’t move,” I said.
So, of course, she moved a step across the kitchen floor. I followed her, sliding to her side, and continued to track with my eyes. Continue reading
#totallynotanotherwritingprompt
Only, of course, it totally is another one…
So, for those that don’t remember the last time I did this, I like to, on occasion, give you guys a starting sentence and see if you can create a story with it. Continue reading
