Humor
Hops
The Easter Bunny hopped down the bunny trail. He went from house to house leaving an Easter basket and a stuffed toy at each home. He came to a house unlike the rest. A storm cloud hung over her house. She lived in a purple house and there were all kinds of moans coming from inside the house. They were no doubt the tormented sounds of ghosts dwelling inside. Hops, the Easter Bunny trembled as he looked up at the creepy house. He knew a witch lived there and he knew it was haunted.
By DJ Robbins2 months ago in Fiction
Shadows and Light
He grew up in the soft hum of stained glass, where sunlight through colored panes made angels dance on the walls. The church was a fortress, its rituals a rhythm that promised safety. Prayer was a language he learned before he could read, and faith was a comfort as sure as his mother’s hand.
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
Laziness for all Subliminal Purposes
Picture this: I'd enter the International Championship of Absolute Stillness, a competition so niche that even the judges communicate only through interpretive eyebrow movements. My winning strategy? I'd achieve what I call "quantum laziness" - a state where I'm simultaneously doing nothing AND less than nothing. Here's how:
By Tabitha Hinkley2 months ago in Fiction
