News from the world of science today; Top researchers at Cambridge University declared they have successfully identified the gene for male pattern baldness.
In other news, riots broke out today at laboratories of Cambridge University when news of the cure for baldness sent thousands of hysterical men clambering for follicles.
David writes things he finds funny. Sometimes they’re funny.
ABIGAIL: What happened to Harold?
BEATRIX: He turned into a coffee table.
ABIGAIL: He doesn’t really match the decor of your living room.
BEATRIX: He never really had any use in this life.
ABIGAIL: At least he’s supporting my coffee.
BEATRIX: Yes, but I prefer to hold my own mug.
Christopher Gannon lives in a black box as punishment for something he didn’t do. When they are in the mood (which is never frequent) he is allowed to come out. During those rare opportunities, he can be found sitting in a bathtub writing stories. He hides them in strange places so that they never know.
It is impossible to tell my story in exactly fifty words. Forty-nine? Yes! Fifty-one? Easily!
See, as a young man growing up in Middletown, I witnessed a murder. They did not see me, but I saw them, and have kept silent.
The criminal was my best friend. His name is
This is Joe’s first entry into this marvelous playground.
The smoke was so thick that I couldn’t breathe. Pieces of metal were everywhere. The room was covered in red liquid. I looked at my hands and screamed with terror. My whole body was aching. I had never experienced anything like this.
I will never make toast with ketchup again.
Sara wrote this story.
Editor’s Note: I really wanted to title this “Catoastrophe”, but that would have spoiled the reveal!
“We have no choice,” the captain sighed as he initiated the release of the toxin. “He was getting too curious.”
The biologist’s eyes widened slightly as he died. The organic craft he had always identified as his appendix detached from his intestines and followed the flow as he voided.
Irish writer Perry McDaid lives in Derry close to the Donegal hills. His diverse writing disciplines and genres appear in international multimedia, recently with entropy2, Amsterdam Quarterly, Flash Fiction Chronicles, Plotters Ink, Alfie Dog, and 50wordstories. He has one imaginary cat, Stinky, who is mostly nailed to a board above a ruined allegorical flower bed.
At 1:37 PM, Bigfoot was spotted in the dairy aisle of a supermarket holding a tub of organic yogurt as he weighed its pros and cons. After careful examination of his coupons, he decided to go with the factory brand instead.
Finally, the world can lay that enigma to rest.
L. Soviero lives and works in Melbourne where she writes about weird things. She awaits the day when Bigfoot becomes more than a blurry photo.
Ed is fishing a few miles off the coast of Florida. Suddenly a U.F.O. appears above him.
A thin wire rope descends from the flying saucer and wraps around Ed and pulls him up.
Moments later, he is thrown back into the ocean as he hears someone say, “Too small.”
Denny E. Marshall has had art, poetry, and fiction published, some recently. See more dennymarshall.com
“My favourite whisky’s Chivas Regal,” the man said proudly.
The bartender silently poured him a glass. The man swallowed it. “Great taste!” he said, and went away.
As usual, the bartender quickly refilled the bottle with a cheaper whisky, and reflected on how easy it is to make someone happy.
Virginio is an Italian student of the English language. He likes writing stories in English and sometimes playing with rhymes.
Without a whimper or a whine, the poodle sits through the primping and preening. Clip, snip go the nails. Fluff, puff goes the hair.
At last, the pooch’s owner puts down the brush.
“Let’s win this thing,” she says, then smiles at the dog. “Wish you could watch me compete.”
Crystal Moore likes to write short fiction and drink tall glasses of chocolate milk.
Clinging to the cliff’s edge by his finger tips, James oddly found time to think. He considered his position and in retrospect, he regretted his decision to split-up with Tina near a waterfall. He was never a huge fan of water and was fast losing his love of heights.
David is getting older by the day.