Humor

I’m Right
“How can you possibly say this is my fault? That would mean I’m wrong, and you know I’m never wrong, especially about this stuff.”
By Mark Gagnon6 days ago in Fiction
Cancelled
"Good morning, this is Jasmine, thank you for calling, how may I help you?" "Yes, hello! I am calling to cancel my subscription, please."
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 days ago in Fiction
Unvalentined
it's become rather predictable, with all the flowers sprayed a holiday, inventional, to keep the sellers paid a day set, wholly acceptable, putting romance on parade February fourteenths sentimental, and they call it valentines day seems we're all susceptible, as subtle as a snake or razorblade bound to get us all in trouble, wearing a lovers accolade what seems harmless and elemental, leaves you needing a band-aid affections turned to rituals, handled like a hand grenade everyone is expendable, you can't escape unscathed first blood is unforgettable, until everyone is maimed so hold on to you receptacle, not everyone enjoys getting sprayed the carnage can be survivable, when love is written on a heart shaped page ***
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjanan7 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan7 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan7 days ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan7 days ago in Fiction
An Official-Unofficial Instruction Manual for Being a Buffalo Bills Fan
Purpose This manual will teach you how to be a Buffalo Bills fan: how to prepare, how to hope responsibly, how to endure, and how to remain inexplicably loyal in conditions that would cause reasonable people to choose a different hobby and/or team.
By Annie7 days ago in Fiction
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting When people think about war, they imagine soldiers, tanks, and explosions. But today, some of the most dangerous battles are happening quietly—without gunfire, without borders, and often without the public even noticing. This is the age of cyber warfare, and it has already changed how nations compete for power.
By Wings of Time 7 days ago in Fiction
The Animal Companion Corporation. Content Warning.
Congratulations. You have survived: Chapter One: Breeding Chapter Two: The Pains of Pregnancy Chapter Three: Why?! - Steps to Losing Your Regret of Having a Child Chapter Four: Your Life is Still Over - Hello, Infancy! Chapter Five: Stop Eating That! - Oh, That Toddler! Chapter Six: Childhood - Peaceful Chapter Seven: Childhood - OMFG, WHY DID I WANT CHILDREN?!
By Luna Jordan7 days ago in Fiction
Immortality Pill Failure
Putin woke up after the injection, looked in the mirror, and dialed a number in panic, "Masha, I don't think this immortality pill works the way it's supposed to! Are you sure about the dosage?"
By Lana V Lynx8 days ago in Fiction
Move
Old soul, I’m really worried. What happens when an old soul disappears? That’s a good question young soul. Nobody knows for sure but many of us believe very strongly they move on to another stage of existence called life.
By Nick Westerman8 days ago in Fiction