Real excerpts from real stories. Different people, different voices.
Tom was under my sink for four hours at my own birthday party, and Sarah was the only person who stayed to watch him work.
This should have been my first clue that they were both completely insane.
A best man writes about his friends — Comedy
Ray's phone buzzed at 2:17 AM.
The caller ID read Marcus and Ray was already pulling on jeans before the third ring. Twelve years of watching this man, and she'd never seen him move that fast. Not even for fires at work.
"What's wrong?" Ray's voice, steady as concrete.
She couldn't hear Marcus through the phone, but she could see Ray's face change. The color drained from his cheeks. His free hand gripped the dresser edge.
"I'll be there in four hours."
A wife writes about her husband and his son — Thriller
The red shoes appeared first. Bright, defiant red against the scuffed linoleum of Mrs. Peterson's sixth-grade classroom. Then came the girl wearing them — thick accent, same defiance, a garbage bag of school supplies because her family hadn't had time to buy a proper backpack.
A woman writes about her best friend — Drama