Humor
The Accidental Terrorist
In the heart of a dense, shadowy forest, a man named Jack slowly stirred awake. His head throbbed with pain, and he couldn't remember anything about himself, his past, or how he ended up here. Panic surged through him as he sat up and tried to piece together his fragmented memories.
By Sankar Ramiah2 years ago in Fiction
Tears of redemption
Quite a long time ago in a modest community that could equal the appeal of any sitcom, there carried on with a man-kid named Jerry. Jerry was what you could call an adult blockhead. He wore confounded socks, had an inclination for horrendous plays on words, and would never oppose a messy father joke. His life was an unending stream of flummoxes, misjudged zingers, and unplanned incidents. Yet, in the midst of all the chuckling he caused, Jerry was likewise on a mission for something more profound — a journey for recovery.
By ALICE WAMBETI2 years ago in Fiction
Time Travel
Alright, strap in, folks! We're about to dive into the mind-blowing, slightly bonkers, and absolutely mind-boggling world of time travel. Grab your futuristic goggles and prepare to warp through history, because this is the kind of rollercoaster ride you'll wish you could actually take.
By Jose Mokua2 years ago in Fiction
What I Did Before My Summer Vacation...
It was all my fault. I saw her arm rise, bent and coming up fast, with the fingers tight in what looked like a claw more than a fist and her face was tense. It was like she knew what she had to do. I was happy about that because I thought that I deserved whatever she had to dish out. I had been a dumb-ass for most of the year. She was only responding with anger to my mistakes, doing what I may have done (shoe and the other foot). We had been together for a while... and at least we dated.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Welcome Home, Craig. Content Warning.
“Caledonia you’re calling me and now I’m coming home” – Caledonia by Dougie Maclean I had just boarded the last stage of my long trek home from New York to Glasgow at London Heathrow. Another hour or so and I would be on home turf again for the first time in a decade. Was I looking forward to it? In some ways, yes. Glasgow has always been my first love. It is where I grew up, got my education, where I met the love of my life before screwing it up beyond repair. There’s a line in the song Caledonia by Dougie Maclean “I have moved, and I’ve kept on moving, proved the points I needed proving.” That, at least in part, explains why I moved, despite loving Glasgow so much.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction




