Humor

Gross Innocence
"It can't be done," barked Smith. "Yes it can," replied Jones. "You presume too much. Too much of yourself and of other people," Smith sighed and stirred her tea.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
Life After AI
"Life After AI: Embracing a Future of Leisure" Discover the new definition of leisure in a world where AI does everything for us, and how we can make the most of our newfound freedom.
By Surya3 years ago in Fiction
The walls life
The walls of a medieval castle would have a wealth of tales to tell if they could talk. They would recall the battles fought and won, the feasts held, and the whispers exchanged in courtly intrigue. The stones themselves would bear the scars of arrow strikes, cannon fire, and sieges. The walls would be able to recount the triumphs and heartbreaks of the lords and ladies who once walked the halls of the castle. The battles were fierce, but the feasts were grand, and the whispers of courtly intrigue were always present. The lords and ladies were always in competition for power and prestige, but their triumphs and heartbreaks were no less real for it. The walls would remember it all.
By Benney3 years ago in Fiction
Fast X: An Action-Packed Journey of Family, Speed, and Adventure
Fast X, also known as Fast & Furious 10, is the latest installment in the iconic and hugely popular Fast & Furious franchise. Directed by Louis Leterrier and written by Justin Lin and Dan Mazeau, the film is set to be a high-octane, action-packed adventure that will once again raise the bar for the franchise and leave audiences on the edge of their seats.
By Cinepix3 years ago in Fiction
Disjointed
"The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow." – H.G. Wells * * * Busigo, first baseman of the Red Sox, hit a homer off Galarza, the rookie Yankees pitcher.
By Alison McBain3 years ago in Fiction
I Discovered A Body!
OK, …………….long time no speak, ……….well, not strictly true - in fact, not just ‘not strictly true’, not true at all as this isn’t speaking and, even if it were, I can’t speak yet!
By Rikki3 years ago in Fiction
Where are you?
Where am I? It’s a question I find myself asking far too often these days. I used to know exactly where I was, what I was doing, and what my place in the world was. But now, I feel as if I’m lost in a fog, not really sure of anything at all.
By jai singh rajput3 years ago in Fiction
Bored Walls
“I swear I heard…If walls could talk I’d think…Lucy, where a—” “Oh that one was close! Did you get any more before she walked out the door?”
By Joseph Brennan3 years ago in Fiction
"The Mystery of the Missing Moonstone"
In the small town of Willow Creek, there was a legendary moonstone that was said to have magical powers. It was kept in a secure museum, and for years, the townspeople cherished it as a symbol of their community's history and heritage. The moonstone was a beautiful, glowing blue stone that was said to have been passed down from the ancient gods. It was believed that whoever possessed the moonstone would have the power to control the tides, the weather, and even time itself.
By Vipshal WG3 years ago in Fiction
The No-Magic Science Box
“Was it too much to try and change the world?” I think to myself as I stumble, tired and cold, across the street to a little inn.
By Lucia B.3 years ago in Fiction
Top Secret Documents Raid!
As I was standing in my front yard minding my own business and wondering what the neighbors were up to, when a black sedan followed by a phalanx of black SUVs, squealed around the corner and pulled up in front of various residences on my block and stopped.
By Craig Tyson Adams3 years ago in Fiction
Priestess Patina Pochoir and Her Missing Guardian Raptor
Priestess Patina Pochoir was incredibly worried, and she never worried. Her beloved guardian raptor, Mau’e’leilei, had gone missing. She had been out on a routine flight when something must have gone wrong, because she didn’t return at the usual time. In fact, she didn’t return at all that day. So Priestess Patina searched everywhere in her dimension and all the others in her parish, but there was still no sign of her beloved companion.
By Priestess Ganesa3 years ago in Fiction