Jack rowed the boat as fast he dared. She was in trouble—he sensed it, unsure how. His thoughts propelled him to the expected fork in the river. It was now or never—time to be decisive. Jack veered into the estuary. While quicker, it was dangerous—and the best chance to save his beloved.
He struggled to oppose the current, rowing into the watery mouth, and eventually reaching the hilltop. There h...
She had always been a good person. The kind who never jaywalked, gave generously at every opportunity, and wouldn’t dare take a single grape at the supermarket. She was also the type to see the good in people, even when said good required a microscope to see it.
So, naturally, when her time came, Sadia had certain expectations. With her religious upbringing, she totally expected to find herself f...
Laurixa paced back and forth in front of her sister, Georgina, eyes wide with frantic energy. "Georgina, I'm telling you, that guy—Bolo's friend—is up to something. Something no-good, rotten, and downright fishy. First off, he brought us pancakes. Frickin' pancakes!" Laurixa threw her hands up like pancakes were the equivalent of a ticking time bomb.
"And before you ask why pancakes are suspiciou...
Sarah’s voice shook as she spoke. She was standing face-to-face with someone she had known her entire life. A person who had haunted her thoughts for ages, because they had made a mistake. An obviously avoidable and mind-boggling stupid… mistake. And all Sarah could do was watch.
Not anymore.
"You… let them… slip away," she accused, her tone sharp with frustration. “From the moment he smiled at ...
Barr sat in his dimly lit office, flipping through a thick stack of papers in his hands, as he had done routinely for a very long time. In fact, he could not remember how long it had been. The papers contained a long, curated list of names in a fancy-looking font. Next to each was a blurb in a smaller font showing the person’s age, their hobbies, immediate family and other stuff that Barr did not ...
Quarry resting, still for minutes,
'Til I reached my human limits.
Listen, I was…, to say…, “hangry”,
But my wife’s now hot and Red Hulk angry.
Come folks nigh! Did I cross the line…?
Nary, ‘twas fate that did consign,
To me, the last cocoa pancake,
Oh true destined path I surely take.
That endless fluffy, golden bake,
Trapped alone on my innocent plate.
Languishing for way too lo...
In a sleepy village at the edge of the woods, a house made of straw teetered in the wind like it might just collapse under the weight of a single raindrop. Inside, Pippa, the first pig, was sprawled out in a hammock, scrolling through her phone. She wore, as she often did, a dusty red hoodie that read, “I Survived the Last Wolf Attack and All I Got Was This Lousy Hoodie”. With her face a frozen ma...
She had always done her best to be a good person—kind, considerate, and full of empathy. She believed in seeing the good in people, no matter how small. So, when her time came, she expected to find herself before the golden gates of Heaven, bathed in warm, celestial light. Instead, she opened her eyes to find herself staring at tall, foreboding gates made of dark, twisted iron.
The iron gates loo...
Our son—space pilot
A Saran Wrap astronaut
Helmet made from sack
Houston, alien attack
Hard battle now fought
Creative that boy
Up here Ted’s the real McCoy
He makes what we need
Enabling to proceed
Our home of metal alloy
I watch the night sky
And wonder when you’ll drop by
Our son asks and prays
“Is Mom coming back today?”
Wish I could say “certainly”
Wish I knew as well
Ted’s tried everyth...
“You have five minutes,” the man in the chair said, clearing his throat.
“Well, okay… I… you… alright…” Dan stammered, struggling to steady himself. After a deep breath, he continued. “Let me just say, that’s a fine dagger you have there. Exquisite, really. I love the wide, slightly curved blade, and the emerald green cracked-skull engraving—quite inspired. And is that blood on the tip? Hmm. Look...