Satire
How to Answer An Omen
In truth, Clarissa hadn’t really been in the mood for Chinese food anyway, which was unusual in itself because she loved Chinese food. When she was just eight years old, she used to beg her mom to take her to the Dragon Dumplings restaurant by leaving its menus in conspicuous locations. But in spite of her reluctance, they pulled up to the restaurant with little ceremony. Clarissa’s mom had called her friend Louisa, who was already inside, waving at them through the darkly-tinted windows.
By Samantha Smithabout a year ago in Humor
The On Call Ticket. Content Warning.
The ticket hit my screen with a slap. At least, I imagined it was a slap. The force of seeing it pop up there so suddenly was enough to make me visibly wince. The priority on this ticket was P1. I was just starting my day, and already a P1 was across my desk! The only higher priority was a P0. With a P1 priority, I needed to have this ticket done as soon as possible and if it escalated to a P0, I wouldn’t be able to leave the office without it being done.
By Sean M Finneyabout a year ago in Humor
The Adventures of Ice Cream Man
Have you ever had a lick of ice cream that changed your life?--because I have. I was walking through the park one hot, sunny day when I came across an ice cream stand. I asked the clerk for a chocolate-vanilla swirl on a Belgian waffle cone. Everything changed when I took that first tongue-full. The cold hit me with a brain freeze going eighty miles an hour. I sat down as the world around me swam.
By Callum Summersabout a year ago in Humor
Pileated
I was stuck in traffic, and I was going to be late again. I berated myself for not leaving earlier. Staring ahead, I could only see miles of vehicles. Changing the radio to AM 2375 to listen to the traffic report, I began impatiently thrumming my fingers on the steering wheel.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Humor
Performance . Runner-Up in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
‘Take a seat, Mr Bellewether; I’ll be with you in a moment.’ Alan shuffles over uncertainly to his manager’s desk and pulls out a chair. In the twelve months he has worked at The Office of National Statistics, he has never been addressed by his surname. Was it a tacit admonition? Or maybe a recognition of seniority, a nod at a promotion?
By T. McCormackabout a year ago in Humor








