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Two Grumpy Old Men Solve the Problem
Marty and Steve were two grumpy old men who lived together. They had known each other for years. Marty had been a bachelor all his life. Steve said it was because no one could stand to ever live with him. Marty’s standard reply was “Well, you are, so what sort of a moron does that make you!”
By Calvin London8 days ago in Humor
Lightning Never Strikes Twice
The distant rumble, the sudden deluge, the crescendo of sound, the flash of light, the explosive energy — it never gets old. I became an amateur storm chaser about two years ago. My wife, Cindy suggested it. Sort of. She said, "Alex, you know this cancer is killing me. I've come to terms with that, but you're smothering me. Go join a band, write a book, or become a storm chaser, for all I care. I love you, but you need a hobby."
By Julie Lacksonen12 days ago in Fiction
The Corporate Myth. Content Warning.
The windows were washed out, the hallways were long, A chorus of voices sang only one song. They said “Bring your culture, your spirit, your name!”
By Siege A.9 days ago in Poets
A Balanced Understanding
“I’m not here to be average. I am here to be awesome.” Every single one of us is unique and special. We live in a society
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff9 days ago in Poets
Unofficial Challenge: Black History Celebration
Forward: February 28th, 10:53 PM, EST... The final hour of Black History Month, 2026. Hello fellow writers. I've had this challenge waiting in my drafts for most of the month. But I held off on publishing it, until now.
By Sam Spinelli11 days ago in Writers
REEEEEEEEE!
I'm on a low road right now. There are a literal million things to do and not one of them worth my time. I would rather sit in place and burn but the orbit takes me on its inevitable route 'round the center; and I a center in my own right, around which others orbit, and so on and so forth, ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
By C. Rommial Butler10 days ago in Poets
Manchineel - The Cherry tree
The Doctor and I endure a painful dinner in partial silence until the scent of cherry blossom wafts through an open window. I breathe it in and try to capture it inside me.
By N J Delmas10 days ago in Chapters
Theater Work Heals Trauma
If we are not in tune with our bodies, if trauma or dissociation distorts our natural rhythms, we are unable to feel a sense of agency over our lives.
By Kera Hollow9 days ago in Psyche
Dream a Dream Full of Wishes
Dreams are special wishes, that make golden memories. Dreams are for the daring - who don’t worry about tomorrows, that are not promised to anyone.
By Rasma Raisters10 days ago in Poets
Cassie and Johnny
I’m the kind of dame you notice. I’m no femme fatale, but you can’t ignore me, at least not until I warn you about what’s coming, then everybody ignores me. Hell, they usually blame me afterwards and give Johnny all the credit for saving the day, but my Johnny couldn’t save a seat at the movies without my help. Sure, he’s brawny, but brainy? Not so much. Like that time I asked him to spot me five bucks, and he said he didn’t see it anywhere on me, and believe you me, he looked but good.
By Harper Lewis13 days ago in Critique
The Wedding Night
When I was just a lad, my parents told me that we were going to see the ocean. I was not a clever lad. I thought they meant that the ocean is someone, whom you could pay a visit if you liked.
By D. J. Reddall10 days ago in Fiction
A Historic Declaration
We the People of the Husbands of the United States of America, in Order to form a more perfect Union, and I mean you...with me...establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves, after Puberty, do ordain and establish this Declaration of Co-Dependence.
By Gerard DiLeo14 days ago in Humans
Full Time Job + Writer = Struggle
8 hour tokens Cash in for food and shelter No time for magic. --------------------------------- Previous:
By Jemma Jae13 days ago in Poets
"Scream 7" (2026): Running out of Fresh Screams
This is the seventh time we’ve had a Ghostface crisis. Scream 7 is the latest edition of the Scream franchise. Sydney Prescott and her family are under attack by another anonymous killer dressed in a Ghostface costume. While having issues with her daughter, Tatum, they run from the bloody murders, trying to determine who is behind it all.
By Marielle Sabbag11 days ago in Horror
Gaslighting the gaslighting the gaslighting
I’m beyond furious but I must pretend I have no mouth and I cannot speak I have chosen to stay with the person that ripped apart my heart, ripped up my face, ripped up my hair, torn through my skin
By Melissa Ingoldsby15 days ago in Poets
No Escape, No Return
I claw and scrape, sing and scream A siren drying Gasping in the noontime sun The tune of captivity gradually fades To a chant of liberation
By K.B. Silver 11 days ago in Poets
Review of 'Man on the Run'
My wife and I saw Man on the Run, a nearly 2-hour documentary on Amazon Prime, about Wings, Paul McCartney's group that flew around the world from shortly after The Beatles broke up in early 1970 to shortly after John Lennon was murdered at the end of 1980, making a Beatles reunion forever impossible.
By Paul Levinson11 days ago in Beat
The Road to Paradise Pocket
“Come now little one, under your covers you go” A booming voice sounded throughout a dimly lit rustic cabin. Tiny feet began thumping a few rooms over as the large gray man sat on a bedside stool and gazed out into the blowing snow outside. It had been snowing for days now, another day and his view of the outside may begin to obscure. He could hear the wind breaking now though, not as harsh and powerful as it had been the day before, his vision a few yards further, and the sun a hair brighter that afternoon. Yes it would break by morning, the snow would stop and the sun would cast its warm healing rays over the tiny frozen town.
By Brier12 days ago in Fiction
I wanted to title this something different, but worried that my chosen title might cause problems entering the United States in the future so this is the new title. It's the greatest title. No one has ever written a title better than this. (All titles unrelated to content).
Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
By Hannah Moore14 days ago in Humans
Tatt~Master
— Assembly Line Tatt Machine ~ Impressions to Impress — As I begin to understand more about the Tattoo Phenomenon. I've written silly, yet verbatim, dating site anecdotes in 'Frazzled.' So let me ask you: Would you be More attracted to someone slathered with tattoos, or Less?
By Jay Kantor11 days ago in Humor