The Pursuit of Happiness
The pursuit of happiness… It’s strange that Thomas Jefferson put that in there. Did he know that happiness is unattainable? Or perhaps we’ve had it all this time, and happiness is in the pursuit of itself.
Category: Oddish Story
Searching
1 I’ve been looking through the photo album, memories fluttering back, a hurricane of emotions. One depicts a snowy night, your face grinning, teeth shining under the moonlight. Strange, I’d almost forgotten about that one. Another shows you, in a meadow of flowers, the wind swirling all around. This one I could never forget, just…
Spy Story?
**So, haven’t thought of title for this story, nor have I completed it, but here’s the first chapter** It was nothing short of a typical Tuesday afternoon, when Mr. John Wilson strolled into the library, in search a specific novel. This novel, was the 4th volume of the “Unknown” series. At least that’s what it…
An Average Play For The Average Weirdo
{Begins in a plain white room. 1 & 2 are stationed in the front. 3, 4, & 5 all are lined up behind 1 & 2} 1: Hi. 2: Hi. 3: {Begins to crazily run around behind 1 & 2} 1: The weather’s nice. 2: Indeed. 3: {Still running} 1: I read a nice book…
The Three Grumpy Grumbling Grouches
Once upon a time, there were Three Grumpy Grumbling Grouches. Every day they would wander town and attend to their usual Grumpy Grumbling Grouch business. One day, a knight came to town. Upon meeting the oldest Grumpy Grumbling Grouch, he got so pissed off, the knight chopped the Grumpy Grumbling Grouch’s head off. The next…
Ramsford the Special Boy
Ramsford the Special Boy walked the streets. He walked where ever he wanted. Ramsford the Special Boy paid a visit to The Blue Boy. The Blue Boy said, “I am sad, because I am The Blue Boy. I am a sad boy.” In response, Ramsford the Special Boy said, “j&2m,9f;1Q6]H7k./0!” “WOW! WOWOWOW!” The Blue Boy…
The Smile Sign
In the little town that I live in, there’s always been this sign in front of the ice cream store that I work in. It depicts a face grinning stupidly wide, and has a caption stating, “SMILE!” When I was little, I thought nothing of it, just another sign promoting adult propaganda. As I grew…
Memories
I woke up in the street, with a clean slate. But is a clean slate always what one wants? Everything that I had, was gone. Disappeared. Forever lost. As I walked around, memories came back. Blood on the sidewalk. Screaming. And a knife. The memories came back not as a fond embrace, but a cold…
Sound
I am screaming. All my worries, pains, and regrets are flying out into the world in the form of sound. How is it, that something so powerful can be transferred into mere waves, that travel in the air, and end up spreading out, never to be heard again. The music of my cello bounces all…
Truth
The wall is painted red, or so they claim. It could be strawberry juice, or blood. But everyone thinks, knows, that it’s red paint because that’s what they were told. I am told that we are the good guys, fighting for justice, to make the world a better place. But don’t the “bad” guys think…