Humor
He's My Wife
Once upon a time in the enchanting kingdom of Veridonia, there lived a young woman named Amelia. She was the sole breadwinner for her impoverished family, struggling to make ends meet. Determined to provide a better life for her loved ones, Amelia concocted a daring plan – she would disguise herself as a man and apply for a position as a palace guard. Little did she know that her decision would lead her down a path she never expected.
By Edara Otuk3 years ago in Fiction
The Uncharming Prince
In the picturesque kingdom of Everland, nestled amidst rolling hills and vibrant meadows, there lived a young girl named Arabella. She came from a wealthy family, but her birth was seen as an inconvenience, as her parents already had four children. Arabella was the youngest and the last addition to the family, often overshadowed and overlooked by her older siblings.
By Edara Otuk3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Symphony
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city. In the heart of the metropolis stood an old theater, its grandeur faded with time. The marquee displayed the words "The Forgotten Symphony" in worn-out letters, barely catching the attention of passersby.
By Lawrence Mireku Adu3 years ago in Fiction
What a Nut. Top Story - May 2023.
No one knew why the vending machine was installed on the fourth floor of the apartment building. It didn’t make sense to have it there, and tenants from the other floors immediately complained about the unfairness of it all. But the building manager was preoccupied with a custody battle, so some snack machine wasn’t really a top priority.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Fiction
Exotic Pets
There was a knocking at my door. I looked outside. This has to be a joke. I opened up and an elephant and her baby were out front. “Who knocked?” I shouted. “We did,” the elephant mother said. “What the hell?” I shouted and jumped back. “The elephant revolution has begun. There’s more elephants then humans living underground. We know you lead the human armies, and if you agree to shelter us so we don’t have to fight in the war, we’ll agree to help you negotiate a peaceful surrender,” she said. “I guess I have no choice,” I said.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Hunt
Like perfectly wrapped cellophane, you preserve us all inside your hallowed stone sanctuary. The dizzy, dry-mouth, too sweet coloration inside that remind one of too many chemicals and preservatives and fulgurating nature of this sort of hell-house that is insinuating us of its nature with a blinking lighted entrance at the front door, ———WELCOME ONE & ALL!———like an incessant wink of a licentious, creepy, old person… and the sensory overload of it all makes me want to run far away. But I can’t.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
