791: For Want of a Meal

Carter woke up and looked at the clock. It was 7:03, two minutes past breakfast time. Drat. He hated missing breakfast. He rolled over to fo back to sleep. He woke up again at 12:04. Three minutes past lunch. What a waste. He rolled over again. At 7:11 Carter woke up again. Dinner was long…

Bible Stories #18: A Very Big Bed

There was a king named Og. Og was a big man, the last of the giants, and he had a very big bed. Nine cubits long, and four cubits wide. According to the internet a cubit is equal to 1.6404199 feet. According to my calculations that would make Og’s bed approximately fourteen and a half…

687: Rip Van Winkle Sleeps

In 1819 Rip Van Winkle wrote a short story entitled “Rip Van Winkle” About a man who goes to sleep for 20 years and wakes up to discover that things changed while he was asleep. Although the story has proved quite popular over the last two hundred years, the adaptations of it have proven themselves…

589: My Pillowcase

Amelia was very dissatisfied with her pillowcase. “It’s so soft!” She complained. “It hardly keeps the pillow safe at all! What’s the point of a pillowcase that doesn’t protect the pillow?” She searched and searched, but try as she might, she couldn’t find a satisfactory pillowcase. “I will make one myself!” Said Amelia. And so…

512: The Ambition of Shnadicus

Shnadicus huddled in the back of his cave, shivering. It was a rainy day, and little trickles of water were coming in the front door. He burrowed back into the jewelry for another snooze. It’s not easy being a baby dragon. Maybe tomorrow I’ll sack a castle or something, thought Shnadicus. But she knew she…

479: Is It A Bear?

On this particular day, Isabella was walking in the woods. Walking in the woods is a very nice thing. Isabella saw trees, and rocks and mushrooms. “What a lovely day to walk in the woods!” Thought Isabella. That’s when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. It kind of looked like a…

419: Waking Up In Strange Places

Renatta woke up with a strange feeling. Everything was warm and buttery. She stretched. This did not feel like her bed. It was softer, and there wasn’t very much support. She sunk deeper into whatever she was laying on. It really did feel buttery. She tried to remember what had happened the night before. Had…

343: Stupid Light

Stupid light is blinking again. Just sit in here and watch the light, they said. Let us know when it blinks. I hate it when the light blinks.  The years I’ve spent in this concrete bunker, waiting for the light to blink. It’d be enough to bore you out of your mind. They put my…

294: What I Think In The Middle Of The Night

I like to write down ideas. I guess that’s a trait I share with most people who write things. Because I carry an intelligent tracking device a smartphone most of the time I have a convenient way of jotting down notes while I go about my daily business. Most of the time I am able…