Tag: Humor

“Spooks and the Blue Ink” by Snehal Suhane.

Spooks, the ghost, was swaying in his spot, Spooks, the ghost, saw a great ink pot! Silly little Spooks wanted something to drink, Silly little Spooks gulped down the whole blue ink! And many still don’t believe it to be true, But poor little Spooks turned all blue! And do you expect Spooks to sit and cry? Oh no, dear Spooks isn’t that sort … Read More “Spooks and the Blue Ink” by Snehal Suhane.

“Poet Don Reporting” by Don Matthews.

Poet Don reporting From the weath bureau Rain is falling up today Thought you’d like to know Thanks. Good to know…. You’re welcome…. Poet Don is from the illustrious Poets Society We are honoured to have him here with us today To check out more of Don Matthews’s work, go here. Want to submit something? Just go here.

Leo’s Gambit, and Nexus of Writers Relaunch

Hey, folks! I recently relaunched my blog “The Nexus of Writers” so that it was on WordPress! If you want to check it out, here’s the link. And the main part of the post, part of a Star Wars fan-fiction short story I’m writing: ~ Leo woke without moving, without even his breathing changing. He had grown used to this way of life. He’d … Read More Leo’s Gambit, and Nexus of Writers Relaunch

Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #3 Winner.

Last week’s prompt for Horror House Wednesday (HHW) was the following painting: All the entries received were excellent to read, each one detailing their own individual spin of loss, discovery, dark humor and tad bits of horror. Don’t believe me? You can read them in the separate post designated for all other entries received for this contest. Now onto the winner… I chose Locusts … Read More Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #3 Winner.

Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #2 Entries.

Here are the rest of the flash fiction entries in the order received: Untitled by Chris Ludke. How did I get here? Being lost is normal for me because I move around so much. I often wake up and ask myself, “Where the hell am I?” It’s not a scary feeling. I’m also lost when driving. One time I was trying to find my … Read More Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #2 Entries.

Story Collaboration Notice and Reminder: Who wants to write Chapter 13?

Hello everyone. I hope all is well today. How are you doing? I’d love to know. So… To the point of this: This is essentially a post looking for a participant to write chapter 13 in our story collaboration. I’ve yet to receive a claim on the chapter, and as time passes, the collaboration is closer to the end. Here are the previous chapters … Read More Story Collaboration Notice and Reminder: Who wants to write Chapter 13?

“Life as they say!” by samuellawrentz.

Everybody wants a peaceful life; Nobody wants to get out of strife! Everyone wants clean air;  But people who plant trees are very rare! People want to be loved; But fail to embrace when it’s bestowed! We are mere mortals who live in constant fear, Losing the ones that are dear! We run behind money; Memories that we have lost are so many! People … Read More “Life as they say!” by samuellawrentz.

“I Got Trouble. My Intestine Gets in the Way” by Don Matthews.

I’m just a poor struggle-ing poet I know I’ve got it down below The trouble, gets caught on my intestine My metaphors get stuck and can’t show I’m told I do well writing nonsense A genre few bloggers blog on I bought training books from my op shop To build up my knowledge upon. Don Matthews June 2020 To check out more of Don … Read More “I Got Trouble. My Intestine Gets in the Way” by Don Matthews.

His eyes.

Leopard’s paws white like scolecite stones faceted to fingernails to the death of the wild, a resemblance to a beast, a blaze of light, and to the gods, their hand in life and death; feral blood, extinction, a feeling of a dream in crystal architect reading the skylight, gathering life in the leaves during the summer months. In the leaves and illume from the … Read More His eyes.

“The fart catcher” by a.d.matthias.

Note from the author a.d.matthias: Everything italicized is authentic 1920s American slang, including the title. Lightning split the sky over a secluded, Philadelphia country road. Autumnal sycamores and ironwoods embraced the winding route. Swollen with deep oranges and dirty yellows, they burst into glossy, earthen watercolors with each strobe of the darkness. A midnight blue, 1922 Ford Model T sits almost motionless under the … Read More “The fart catcher” by a.d.matthias.

End of the world.

Written for the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #63 “It is the end of the world,” someone chokes; there is a lull. Stockpiling food for twenty years and toilet paper rolls, But we’re all out—what do we do Go out to Walmart, brawl with others like a zoo; Then leave empty handed—outside, someone is selling them $100 per half roll!

They murder with a kiss.

Written for the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #61 Our lightless fire This love is fair with keen appetite Acidification Our magical hyperbole We avoid and clean in the scullery Of faint stale smells of beer Sanctified by an ancient skull Seized, penetrated by anguish Fever of the jaguar In its charm, Possessed much, blood-faced Fairer than myself, No wonder on the summer’s day Plucked … Read More They murder with a kiss.