Writing Prompt

Some people just can’t take a joke. I mean, this class was very serious, we are all under tremendous stress, and sometimes one has to let their mischief flag fly.

We were dissecting some poor elderly bloke, (no worries, he willed his body to just this cause) and my professor didn’t appreciate me donning joe doe with a lovely shower cap. Okay, perhaps it was a tad out of place, the gentle corpse...

“Miss Sullivan!” Called out the old, boring English teacher.

“What, Sir?” Replied Constance Sullivan. Her face was stuffed with her favourite food, rice pudding.

“Put that bloody rice down and sort your tie out. It’s all over the place-“

“A bit like your eyebrows, sir,” she reached into her back pack and pulled out some tweezers. “You ever seen these before?” She called out. She lifted the twee...

“One day“, he tought “one day i‘ll be honored for my work.“ Looking around the room, he noticed that everyone in class was laughing. The art teacher looked very upset, but he couldn‘t tell weather it was because of him or because of the children laughing at him. The center of attention was a canvas with a swimming cap stapled on it, inside of it was rice pudding that smelled like it had been in th...

For my entire high school career, I’ve been doing crazy shit: pranks, disrupting classes, and just being generally disorderly. It was a sort of competition that my best friend Jules and I had started. We were very competitive. We’d been friends for nearly a decade when he got sick. I’ve never felt more helpless than when I had to sit and watch him slip away. Before he died, he made me promise. Pro...

The day started normal, well normal enough. I had accidentally forgotten my lunch at home so my mom had to bring it to me at school. my name got called to the office to go get it. when I got up there I looked into the bag and realized I had forgotten my swimming cap for practice today. my mom must have seen it sitting next to my lunch when she went to go get my lunch. anyway, I walked back to my c...

“Hey I’m waking here!” I shout in a New York accent while walking out of the classroom door, trying not to be tripped by my good friend Jorden. I should probably tell you what happened before I get to the office. Here’s what happened. I have the worst teacher ever. Her name is Ms. Backlsnarch. Yea I know, we all laughed too when we heard the name. Anyway so every morning she eats some rice pudding...