Humor

I had woken up in the middle of the night, craving cinnamon rolls. So, there I was, at 3 in the morning, dragging myself to the grocery store, still dressed in my fuzzy dinosaur pajamas.

I stood in the kitchen

Hiss

Went my teakettle

Then my eyes turned to my aged wooden door creaking open.  I live in the forest alone.  It’s a peaceful sort of alone.

Chirp chirp!

The love people have for each other is real. But what do you do when you are broken? Torn to pieces? Consult in Steve 'The Hair' Harrington. He'll tell you to grow some nice hair that stands up 5 feet and adopt 4 middle school children.

I saw a chicken crossing the street

And said to myself

“That’s rather neat!”

So I asked him, why are you crossing here?

And he glared at me with a stare so real

Then he answered me appearing quite cross.

King Arthur knelt in a crumbling Roman ruin, gripping Excalibur like a shovel. The blade, dulled from years of misuse, scraped against dirt and rocks.

The buttoned-down ambiance of the conservatively dressed headmaster/headmistress mirrors the tight-fitting black blazers and gray slacks and red plaid skirts of the boys and girls filing past in the hallways of my old grammar school.

Powder

grey powder blows into my eyes

my face

I cant breathe

I run through the house 

Begging everyone to give me air

They stare

They laugh

I fall

It's going dark

and dark

Ingredients: 

At least 5 blankets 

Warm fuzzy socks 

Halloween themed pajamas 

Your favorite stuffed animals

I glare across the counter from my spot nestled between the folds of the brown paper bag. Stupid Gala is doing that thing again, as she has every single day, for the past, I don’t know, week?

The Ferris Wheel of Doom (and other disasters)

The fair is usually fun.

Note: usually.

Author's Note: Hi everyone! My goal is to be posting these short stories every week(ish) over the summer for your entertainment, if you want a fun series of stories to keep you occupied - I know summer can be a bit boring, at least for me.

I’m at the front of the room.

“Hello, fellow boys!” I call to them.

“Hello, Jay!” they reply.