Humor
A Cat Called Eggs
I first caught sight of Eggs, The Ginger Terror, as he flew out of my peripheral vision, an orange streak of light in hot pursuit of an enormous black cat that I had nicknamed ‘The Panther.’ The Panther had earned his moniker by merit of his largeness and his predilection for pouncing on field mice from the limbs of an old, twisted apple tree that stood in a vacant lot across the street. The tree now provided sanctuary as he shot up its trunk to a top limb. Fast on his heels, Eggs stopped only at its base, satisfied at having treed his quarry. He stood firm for a moment, staring up at The Panther, his tail held straight and high, like a puffy orange battle flag. Then he turned and trotted purposefully back towards our building. “Wow.” I said out loud, to no one. “That cat is a badass.” Mr. Beans whined from behind the screen door. He had been watching the chase scene with intense enthusiasm, as chasing things is his primary interest in life.
By Heather Walters4 years ago in Fiction
A Cat Called Eggs. Top Story - December 2021.
I first caught sight of Eggs, The Ginger Terror, as he flew out of my peripheral vision, an orange streak of light in hot pursuit of an enormous black cat that I had nicknamed ‘The Panther.’ The Panther had earned his moniker by merit of his largeness and his predilection for pouncing on field mice from the limbs of an old, twisted apple tree that stood in a vacant lot across the street. The tree now provided sanctuary as he shot up its trunk to a top limb. Fast on his heels, Eggs stopped only at its base, satisfied at having treed his quarry. He stood firm for a moment, staring up at The Panther, his tail held straight and high, like a puffy orange battle flag. Then he turned and trotted purposefully back towards our building. “Wow.” I said out loud, to no one. “That cat is a badass.” Mr. Beans whined from behind the screen door. He had been watching the chase scene with intense enthusiasm, as chasing things is his primary interest in life.
By Heather Walters4 years ago in Fiction
Why Florida's Mail Moves So Slowly
I am not a USPS driver nor will I probably ever be. So realize this story is an entirely fictional take on a day in the job. Also the Florida Man story in this piece is also fictional as far as I know. If you happen to know of a story that has a lot of similarities then please share it with me.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
Erratic Fiction
He lies sprawled on my bed, arms and legs tied up, a can of whipped cream waiting invitingly on the end table by his blindfolded head. He’s a sight to behold, all right: three hundred pounds with bumps in all the wrong places. This is about to get freaky, I think as I shake up the can of whipped cream. Real freaky . . . What the fuck?
By McKenzie Price4 years ago in Fiction
Kenny the Kosmic Kitten
Nick November was a fourteen year old boy, and all he wanted in the whole world was a cat. He was allergic to dogs so he thought a cat would be the perfect pet. Every time Nick asked his parents for a cat they always said the same thing “Maybe.” He had a pet rock, but it ran away from home. Don’t ask me how a pet rock ran away from home I don’t know. Nick was getting good grades in school so he had a feeling they would say yes. Nick’s parents were Nattily and Neil November. Nick’s Mom worked in a jewelry store and his dad was a dentist. Nick’s dad made lots of money, but didn’t like to spend it. It was Sunday afternoon Nick’s parents were sitting in the living room on the couch. Nick’s Dad was watching a football game. Nick’s Mom was pretending to watch the game she didn’t really care about sports.
By Jmjulius15 Jay4 years ago in Fiction
