Humor
Getting out of the house can be hard
"Come on Jack, wake up. It's 7:30 already. You'll be late. Don't you wanna have breakfast?" "Mmmmm." "Yeah I know, you probably stayed up till 2 again, playing that stupid game. Whatever, you're not 12 anymore. You do you. But don't say I didn't try when they kick you out of school for too many missed classes."
By Paul Finglabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
The Pot Boiling Over
Once, there was a pot of about 340 million drops and droplets. Most of them would like to think they lived together peacefully for decades, but that wasn’t true. Different regions struggled, sometimes fought, with each other. And the mainstreams still often pursued and attacked the minorities. Law enforcers sometimes pushed minority drops out of the pot, never to be seen again.
By Gabriel Shamesabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
Instructions for Remaining Serious in a Courtroom
Below is a practical guide for when you absolutely should not find something funny: You do not plan to laugh. You are not trying to be disrespectful; you are not cruel. Still, there are moments when something is funny in the worst possible way, and your body reacts before your brain can stop it. This guide exists because laughing at the wrong time can cost you more than embarrassment. It can turn you into the problem instead of the situation.
By Diani Alvarengaabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
The Day It Rained Popcorn at the County Fair
Aunt Faye was determined to see Elvis, even if it meant making a fool of herself. So when she heard the King was performing at the county fair, she went into a state of adrenaline-induced panic. First thing she did was go down to Dalke’s Drug Store and load up on loud lipstick, eyeliner, makeup, and a bottle of cheap perfume. On the way home, she stopped at Larry’s Liquor Store and bought a fifth of tequila and a whole box of those little bottles of chasers.
By Gail Winfreea day ago in Fiction
Luxury Meets Innovation on the Green Field. AI-Generated.
The morning sun spread gently across the wide green field, turning every blade of grass into a small mirror of light. The field lay just outside the city, a place where nature still breathed freely and the noise of traffic felt far away. On this quiet land stood two remarkable cars: a sleek Lamborghini, glowing in deep metallic orange, and a modern Tesla, smooth and silver, reflecting the sky above it.
By Bilal Mohammadia day ago in Fiction
