A Penny Saved..._The Christmas dinner_Negotiations_Tiger Man
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A Penny Saved...
Edgar is an ordinary man, who lives an ordinary life in rural Minnesota. At least he did until today. “Lizzy!” he yelled to his wife of fourteen years. “Get down here. The news. Is this real?” Lizzy was just coming out of the bathroom, and hurried downstairs with soapy hands. “What is it?” “Aliens. This can’t be happening. Is this some kind of joke?” “It must be.” replied Lizzy. “Like some kind of modern-day Orson Welles prank.” On the TV, the newscaster was looking in every direction, terrified. Metallic blue saucers were flying and landing all over Washington D.C. “We need to get the f-“ he ...
The Christmas dinner
Note: This story is a funny, Christmas-themed horror tale. Trigger warning: Self-harm, and mental health. However, these themes are not the primary themes in this tale. Story rating: PG-13 until the end of the story, which I give an 'R'.*****"I honestly don't know what takes you so long, sometimes," said Brian. "It took fifteen minutes for you to put the goose in the oven.""Really?" said Naomi. "You were counting? Don't you have anything better to do?""Why don't you let me help you?" said Brian, as he started to get up from the dining room table."No thank you," said Naomi. She didn't need her ...
Negotiations
“When the red planet transits the constellation of Gemini,” the white-bearded old wizard blathered, “there is an increased probability of windstorms. But when the red planet crosses through Leo, you may expect at least a ten-day of warm, dry air. In particularly dry years, such a transit may signal a lasting drought.”My jaws ached with the effort of keeping the yawn clenched behind my teeth. Finally, I surrendered, trying to crack open my mouth as narrowly as possible. Maybe he wouldn’t notice, I thought hopefully. Even if the lesson had been during the daytime, it still would have been almos...
Tiger Man
The jungle is an amazing place. A humid, damp environment home to hundreds of animal species, ninety percent of which I knew nothing about. Thick, rough vines weaved together by Mother nature draped across towering trees. The ground was wet and crumbly, riddled with pawprints.“Dad,” my daughter, Layla, spoke to me. “Can you sing me a song?”“I don’t think your fathwww.onedoor.ccer likes singing,” my wife Kamilah tells her. “He’s not very good at it. Why don’t you ask me?”“That isn’t true,” I laugh, “I can do anything. Isn’t that right Layla?”The three of us roamed near the jungle’s sparkling, shallow river. ...