Humor

Beyond The Universe...
The lone words that phase in and out of my consciousness are the perception bending lyrics of the since disbanded musical masters of the sixties, “Images of fractured light flitter before me like a billion globes…” All this occurred within, the four cornered prison cell of, my being as I observed the motion of the glowing orbs rise and fall as they breathed. The earths, dim lighted infinite expanding, celestial sea whispers the wisdom of the timeworn sages of yore, though the whispering’s meaning are beyond my comprehension; nevertheless, it was made known to me as I voyage across the universe.
By Samuel Fletcher5 years ago in Fiction
To The Stars
Our eyes intertwined as our mouths distance shortened; could this be it? Could this be love? What of her request? A mortal achieving such a feat, it doesn’t sound plausible and yet for her, all obstacles appear frail, and impossibilities are simply hints pointing towards an exotic undiscovered horizon. Her wish in the face of romance is merely a wall for love to climb. For her I’ll make the impossible possible even if her task is… bottling stars within a jar… Oh, no.
By Samuel Fletcher5 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Wampum
We need a Galactic Internet Connection before Russia,” was neatly printed in green ink on a clean piece of cardboard. Doctor Eli Prod held the sign in one hand. In his other hand was an aluminum foil-lined hat. He watched as a pulse of people started up from the subway during the morning rush.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction
Pawn Shop Dystopia
Disgruntled with his government-provided equipment, the Ready Player Pawn Shop owner glares at a piece of seemingly silver jewellery lying upon the surface of faulty technology. An oil painting hung up behind the counter, a hologram label before it reading that it was originally created in 2013 by an unidentified author (crippling its value), pictures a gorgeous woman who is seemingly middle-aged, though she looks no older than her twenties. Her cat-like eyes gaze upon the strangely shaped object as freakish lime lights dance across its beaten surface. Out of nowhere, a booming sneeze erupts from the store owner, leaving no time to bring his arm to catch it. To the painted woman’s dismay, snot dangles from her styled, auburn hair. His eyes don’t change from their resting position of constant ferocity but the gentle exhalation from his nose explain his current thoughts plentiful. He sighs. First, he checks the left pocket of the vintage cotton jacket, where the label annoyingly poking out from the collar reads ‘MADE IN CHINA - 2032’, before jerking his hand back to the polluted air with no form of tissue in his possession. Some brief contemplation takes place before he takes the cheaply framed portrait from the wall and slots it beneath the counter crafted out of LED screens. A few minutes pass before he moves again to scratch his bristled jaw before being brought back to life by a melodious pinging from the machine beside him.
By Corey Price5 years ago in Fiction
A Day at the Office
It was a wet summer’s day. We were having the monthly meeting. I was being written up for not following the dress code. I didn’t mean to wear yellow socks. Everyone in the boardroom was staring.
By Ruby Lee5 years ago in Fiction
The Dare Games
“Long after The Collapse, perhaps decades or even centuries of a global power vacuum wars, society has started to rebuild. Technology production and development has started up. Government has begun to reform itself. One global government. It’s not as big as you think. 60% of the planet is uninhabitable or just too troublesome to try and survive on with the limited resources and technology that is available. No one really knows for sure what year it is we know it was 2065 when The Collapse tapped its music stand and began to conduct the government through its own slow, ominous funeral march, but was generations ago. My father’s generation was the first one to not be drafted, sold into slavery, or otherwise have their lives uprooted. A sort of ‘beginning of the end.’ Okay I’m exaggerating; the slavery thing was a short time period like 25 years ago and the roving gangs responsible have been dealt with. ONE village disappeared sometime in the middle of it all. It could have just been bombed to ash instantaneously and no one noticed amongst well, everything. At this point you’re probably like ‘Okay okay okay.. Phineas. Dude we got it. Shit sucks.’ Trust me. You don’t know the half of it; I haven’t even gotten to The Dare Games.”
By JD Mabry5 years ago in Fiction
Captain Comet
Nathan was a sharp-eyed child and his keen eyes allowed him to see the greatest of details no matter how big or how small. Capable of counting marching ants on an ant hill or viewing the moonlit craters in the night, Nathan considered this his one superpower.
By Michael A Mendoza5 years ago in Fiction
The Milky Way Express
“Typical,” thought Elsie, taking a seat on the bus, “just typical.” The same day she gets evicted from her flat, she gets fired....Eight years in the same tiny cubicle and what did she have to show for it? A company logo mouse pad, a snoopy pencil head, and a “hang in there” cat poster...
By Chloe Russell5 years ago in Fiction
Mother Bird and The Crow
Once upon a time in a green forest there lived a Mother Bird and a Crow. The mother Bird's house was made of stones and Crow’s house was made of mud.
By Shahana Shariff5 years ago in Fiction
How Did 9 Get Her Face
Your teacher must have told you that there is only one planet where life exists., our Mother Earth. But let me tell you this secret, I know other planets too where life exists!
By Shrutee 5 years ago in Fiction
Superhero Talkshow
[Commercial Break 1] Skycam 1 hovered over the clapping, smiling audience, gliding down until it rested on the well lit stage where the host laughed at an inside joke with his guests. “Welcome back to the show. I’m your host, Tony Cantrell, and in case you're just joining us, we’ve been speaking with our city’s infamous hero, Greyscale.” Tony paused while an applause erupted, flashing the camera a toothy smile before continuing. “Greyscale claims that his arch nemesis, Dr. Chromatic, kidnapped his son, who had just taken up the mantle of Greyscale’s new sidekick, Pitfall. He claims that Dr. Chromatic took his son last summer, and in the time since, the Dr. has allegedly brainwashed Pitfall making him think he is not our fabled super hero's sidekick.
By Dean Floyd5 years ago in Fiction
Who's That Venus...
At the sun’s too enthusiastic greeting I am transformed into a zombie with my urr-ing groans. My arms extend the bed’s blankets into wings to shield my baggaged eyes from the unwelcome light breaking through the hotels window. “Shut the curtains!” I barked towards my wickedly optimistic mother. Optimism, who needs to see the light of day when the darkness of night holds our dreams? “Rise and shine.” Who is she saying that too anyway? Me or the sun, because the sun has risen, and I am incapable of shinning. Last night’s tiresome adventure already has me grieved with Tasmania. Sun, why do you bother to reveal your face? Nobodies eyes can tolerate you anyway.
By Samuel Fletcher5 years ago in Fiction