The Human Comedy: Mr. Miami’s Winter Makeover
Comedy Fiction Stories “Shaina!” “Jenny! I was thinking about you the other day – so weird that you’re calling!” “I know, right? It’s like the universe is telling us we needed to catch...
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Comedy Fiction Stories “Shaina!” “Jenny! I was thinking about you the other day – so weird that you’re calling!” “I know, right? It’s like the universe is telling us we needed to catch...
I carried Happy Feet to my car as he just chilled out in the box, enjoying the ride. I even kept the flaps to the box open in case HF was feeling randy and...
It’s well after one in the morning when I hear the scrape of his boots on the front walk, the jingle of his keys as he flips back and forth across the ring, too...
Short Story The Squirrel came out as a winner after the calamity with the arrogant lot of ducks. It won but it knew better than acting like it did. Previous experiences have taught it to...
Short Story The band of ducks walked merrily away to the un-fenced front lawn of the farm house. They knew they were in high favor in the eyes the giant farmer. And that affirmation...
In the morning, when the ban on visitors has been lifted, Tricia brings a vase of gladiolus to her mother’s room, because she has a memory, however indistinct, of her mother loving gladiolus. They’re...
Comedy Stories Derek Jeter’s alarm went off at 7:02, the way it always did. He showered, shaved and brushed his teeth the way he always did. He fixed himself a bowl of Wheaties...
At first she was unresponsive, but then, her eyes softened. Slowly the young girl’s perfectly round head emerged. She was like a small doll. It was hard to guess her age; her youthful beauty...
Short Story The cow had a very similar mind set to that of the sheep it had just left bewildered. It chewed grass or fodder all day, processed the ingested plants and relieved itself...
She’s ravishing. And I’m ravenous. She’s got enough soul unvented for the both of us. She’s got a face invented by a God I can trust. She’s a beacon and I a bastion, knowingly...
Haibun Poem Eighteen years earlier across the pond, a cup of hot Earl Grey tea. Hot bitter-sweetness spreads out from the first sip. Daylight fills the living room through cream curtains. The hum...