Humor
The Child I Never Had
My name is Ryan and I work for a pharmaceutical company. I've been with the company for a little over 8 years now working in a cubicle and I've been telling the same lie every year. It started off small to get out of company retreats, parties etc. I told them I had a 2-year-old daughter named Rebecca, that was 6 years ago. At first no one gave it a second thought, but over the years it's been harder and harder to maintain that little white lie I told. When she turned five in imaginary land, my coworkers starting asking how Kindergarten and the rest of school was going for her.
By Matthew Mccahey5 years ago in Fiction
Old Habits Die Hard
Josh and Emma were extremely happy with their purchase of Lavender Cottage, in the heart of the Cotswold village of Little Brooking. They would not have able to afford anything like as upmarket as this had not Emma been the main beneficiary of a bequest from a childless aunt who had proved to be unexpectedly wealthy.
By John Welford5 years ago in Fiction
Is this funny?
“Are you saying you don’t feel like a bull?” He asked the question with his usual brand of playful contempt. “Well, I do have a habit of running straight toward every red flag that I see.” I glanced up at him from the breakfast nook table and smiled, silently suggesting that present company was not excluded from this statement. When he did not smile back, I quickly shifted my gaze downward to his long legs, dangling from the kitchen counter.
By Jamie Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
The Bull
Claudia’s nails tapped rhythmically on the table as Simon droned on about his favorite thing in the world: Himself. Simon is our boss or as we like to call him, the Bull. If it’s not about Simon or what Simon wants, then it’s irrelevant. Every morning we have these 45-minute meetings to hear about how amazing his life is and his activities after we left work. It’s as if he thinks that we’re all waiting with bated breath to be rapt with tales of his wild bachelor life and highly derogatory debauchery.
By Bryan Chimney5 years ago in Fiction
Barnyard Mayhem
Let me set one thing straight right from the start. We chickens are far more intelligent than you might have imagined. Yes, our males’ behavior may be pathetically stupid and obnoxious, and a few specific evolutionary constraints may disadvantage us somewhat. But, putting aside those paltry limitations, we hens are quite capable of sophisticated refinement.
By Brian Champion5 years ago in Fiction
