I was challenged to write a story in which the writing gets better as it continues and that the ending would explain why. Let me know how I did.
As a boy, Isaac had a bear encounter. To this day he’s still scared of the wilderness. Hearing this, his best friend decides to help him conquer his fear. Continue reading
A father takes his son on a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Saturn. If you have or know children over the age of three you’ll be able to relate.
“Alexander had always been a tinkerer and an inventor.”
A man completes his life’s work with a pair of modified hearing aids.
A horror story, as written by a three-year old.
Happy (belated) Halloween!
Octavius the wizard plays host for the fantasy realm’s equivalent of Dungeons and Dragons: Boardrooms and Boredom.
Fun fact: all the die rolls were completely random. The story was written around them.
The neighborhood wizard tries to keep his identity secret while still having a bit of Halloween fun.
In the end, his fun proves a bit too much and he has to resort to desperate measures to keep his secret.
(Yeah, I’m a bit early but this was too fun to wait.)
I’ve always been a minmaxer, willing to dump the stats I’m least likely to use in exchange for an occasionally unfair advantage in other areas.
An old man sat park bench with his son, kvetching about his healthcare worker.
“You know what she did to me this morning?” asked the old man. “She told me to have a nice day! Who is she to tell me how to live my life?”
“That’s terrible,” said his son, “absolutely terrible. Men who have lived as long as you should be able to have whatever kind of day they want.”