Marla stared at her laptop, determined to finish the spreadsheet by noon. Her dog, Biscuit, lay sprawled across the keyboard, tail thumping like a metronome. “Not today, buddy,” she said, nudging him. He yawned, then sneezed into her coffee mug.…
Clive stapled a bicycle wheel to his living room wall, then stepped back to admire the way it wobbled like a drunk seagull. His neighbor, Mabel, pounded on the door. ‘You’ve turned my apartment into a circus!’ she yelled, as…
At the family BBQ, Uncle Larry leaned back in his lawn chair, sipping a lukewarm beer, and declared, “I got a joke for y’all.” The crowd leaned in, expecting a classic. Larry cleared his throat. “Why don’t squirrels ever get…
Every morning, she told herself, ‘I am unstoppable.’ Today, she tried to run through a wall. ‘I am unstoppable!’ she yelled, crashing into it. ‘Oof! I am unstoppable!’ she said, rubbing her nose. The office manager looked up. ‘Are you…
Gary stood at the front of the town square, clutching a neon pink megaphone like it was a sacred artifact. His eyes darted between the crowd of 30 townsfolk and the TikTok screen on his phone, where a video of…
The rain tapped the window like a toddler with a hammer. Milo, the golden retriever, had found the magic squeaky ball—again. It was buried under three pillows, a half-eaten sock, and a lifetime supply of existential dread. He yapped until…
Barnaby stuffed his pockets with screws, duct tape, and a half-empty jar of pickles (for ‘structural integrity’), then marched into Pinecone Creek’s town square like a man on a mission. The festival committee had begged him to build a ‘community…
Carl stared at his robot vacuum, now aggressively scrubbing the ceiling tiles. ‘Clean up!’ he’d yelled after spilling cereal. The vacuum hummed, suctioning a rogue Cheerio from the overhead light fixture. Carl’s neighbor, Mrs. Pritchett, burst out of her apartment.…
Karen muttered, “I am calm,” as her Chihuahua, Max, hurled a vase into a thousand shards. The crash echoed like a gong. She blinked. “I am confident.” Max yanked the curtains down, sending dust bunnies into a frenzy. Karen’s toe…
Marla’s living room smelled like burnt popcorn and regret. She’d spent three hours practicing the ‘Spaghetti Slide’ TikTok dance, her legs twitching like overcooked noodles. ‘This is gonna blow up,’ she hissed, snapping a selfie with her cat, Mr. Whiskers,…