Humor
The Gift of a Green Vase
No one was surprised when Kim and I ended up working in the same office. After all, we’d grown up in the same neighborhood, living just a couple of houses down from each other. We went to the same high school. Heck, we even left for college together.
By Matt Reichera day ago in Fiction
Kevin’s Wedding. Content Warning.
As you all know, Kevin and I were roommates at Duke, then for a few years after graduation, until he and Sloane moved in together. I remember Sloane’s friends cautioning her against moving in without a ring, that she’d never get one if she shacked up without one, but I knew that for Kevin, moving in with Sloane would lead us here.
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Fiction
A Fucked-Up Wedding Toast - 3
Hi everyone. I’m Daniel from accounting. Mark and I worked together for six years, which is long enough to learn a lot about someone. Like how he drinks his coffee, the songs he hums when he thinks no one's listening, or the way he pushes his luxurious hair back from his eyes. And the fact that he once said he hoped to find someone “kind, patient, and steady.”
By Lana V Lynxa day ago in Fiction
My Big, Crazy, Norse Myth Wedding. Content Warning.
Who doesn't love Norse mythology? Odin. Thor. Freyja. Loki. It's a rich, sprawling mythology. Having said that, like other mythologies, there are elements of silliness insanity, chaos, all of which make it even more compelling for me.
By John R. Godwin3 days ago in Fiction
Rolling Away The Stone
Nathan was 100 percent done with Jericho. When he'd left Jerusalem Friday morning, he'd been full of pep and vigor, ready to take his first break of longer than a day since the Lord knew when. The Nathan who lay in his bed at the Right Thyme Inn listening to his neighbors fuck loudly for the second night in a row felt a little differently about things.
By Raistlin Allen3 days ago in Fiction
The Ice Slick: An Apology
Dear Montréal, Well, this has been a fun two days. Ha, ha. Sorry, I am not well-known for my sense of humour. Often I have been told that I should mind my own business and know my place. Offensive, yes, but I can understand the sentiment. But I needed to vent a little before the season was over. I often feel that you do not appreciate what I give you every summer, and that winter is the price you gotta pay.
By Kendall Defoe 4 days ago in Fiction
Kitsune's Intervention: A Very Inconvenient Yokai
"I'm telling you, Christie, he is CHEATING on you!" She sighed hard. "Min... I know you think that, but Darryl would never cheat. He is so thoughtful and so, so loyal. He is just the absolute sweetest. I lucked out so hard marrying him. It feels like a dream."
By Alicia Anspaugh4 days ago in Fiction
The Android Detective: Help Wanted
Vesper Lyra leaned her lanky frame into the door to push through the entrance lacking working electronics. A simple, painted sign in a boring and nondescript font announced that one would find a Clyde Sharpman, P.D. inside. Among the bright lights, vibrantly coloured signs, and announcements everywhere else on Wetwater Street, how she even noticed the place was a mystery. Not to mention the roughly cut-out cardboard sign in the unit’s dirty window advertising that the private detective, Clyde Sharpman, wanted help.
By Jean-François Lamothe4 days ago in Fiction
