Tags : humor

hypocorism

hypocorism

A Chapter by freelancejouster


my alarm blares and flashes a violent red, blinking and blasting, like someone's in trouble, though Lassie's nowhere to be found. ..
a lesson about tossing people

a lesson about tossing people

A Poem by freelancejouster


tossed to the ground, they didn't think you'd keep rolling, tumbling down the daisy-coated hillside, through the rock-filled valley. ..
in which salespeople are proven liars

in which salespeople are proven liars

A Poem by freelancejouster


"you'll stop traffic!" something to make you not so invisible, to cover your translucence and to coat you in color instead of the f..
Afternoon Tea

Afternoon Tea

A Poem by Samuel Dickens


A fellow goes a'courtin'
Level 2.2

Level 2.2

A Chapter by Church


Jim puts his plan into motion
Vampire I

Vampire I

A Story by William E.


Slightly humorous, Slightly serious. No sparkles. No irrational love triangles...No love triangles.
onomatopoeia

onomatopoeia

A Chapter by freelancejouster


a crash or a clatter, a pow or a bang, a noise like no other, and then nothing's the same. for the shot was first sounded and h..
verbiage

verbiage

A Chapter by freelancejouster


chattering on, aimlessly, and not stopping for pause, telling a story, repeatedly, and walking atop anyone or thing who would c..
Rider

Rider

A Story by Paris Kim


homage to those creepers on public transportation
Just another job

Just another job

A Story by James D Storrington


*A very short story for the season* If you wake in the middle of the night, and find someone lurking around your house, What would you do? WHAT WO..
Missive to a Lost Phone

Missive to a Lost Phone

A Story by DM2088


Written in response to a lost phone. The phone was later found and I was informed to retrieve it within the span of two weeks. Failure to do so would ..
Quack!

Quack!

A Poem by Judy Ponceby


God, love a duck.....
the pure-blooded b*****d

the pure-blooded b*****d

A Poem by freelancejouster


curses disguised as blessings, as your prince comes on broken, bended knee, but he's a hindrance. confusion. knit brows. skepticism..
fanfaronade

fanfaronade

A Chapter by freelancejouster


out onto the stage, more of a saunter than a walk, he ambles as if there's no place he would rather be. winking at the women, d..
My Father Was Buried

My Father Was Buried

A Story by Michael Carr


Written for a Advanced Writing Class, emulation of George Saunders style, ended up kinda doing my own thing. Enjoy