Humor

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.

There’s this song that I know of,

that speaks to my heart, it speaks to everyone’s hearts

A holy song, played on the 21st night of September

Perhaps to alleviate, perhaps to gift

“Why?”

Well, why not answer “Why?”

The word why could have many answers, like:

“Welcome! Welcome to Heck’s Kitchen! I’m your host Jordon Samsey, here to share culinary adventures with you and spark new taste sensations! Today we have a guest!

How peaceful it is to glide around unannounced on flat pieces of plastic they call skis. Why plastic gives you a placid feeling inside is unknown.