Humor

The Campus Chronicles
Introduction It was a typical Monday morning at State University. The students were dragging themselves to their 8 AM classes, still recovering from the weekend's festivities. Little did they know, they were about to be thrown into the wildest adventure of their college careers.
By Anandh Manickam3 years ago in Fiction
Dinosaur Erotica Gone Wrong
What’s the difference between women and dinosaurs? I could get a dinosaur to fuck me. With humans, there’s a whole psychosocial component to mating that I don’t master at all. But for dinosaurs, it’s just mechanics—insert A in B. Anyone can do that. Well, no, I’m not being fully honest here. I was trying to make a point. For dinos, the act itself is quite simple, but the process that precedes it is where the game is played. The choice of a partner, the ritual, the dance, and, more often than not since we live in a multi-male ecosystem, the confrontation with the rivals.
By Vynco273 years ago in Fiction
Lazy Boy Rohan
Once upon a time, in a small village in Tamil Nadu, there lived a young boy named Rohan. Rohan was known for his sharp wit and intelligence, but he was also very lazy and never wanted to do any work. He would spend most of his days lounging around and dreaming about all the wealth and fame he would have one day.
By Vignesh Gajendran3 years ago in Fiction
Trick's Own Visionary Assignment
Jeph was twenty-eight years old when the principal called him into her office. He was neither a student, nor the father of one, at the Ramsey Middle School; he did not tremble at the prospect of an ugly confrontation with her, although she was his boss — at least, for the moment — in his reality of choice.
By Eric Wolf3 years ago in Fiction
Love Bites
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to this week’s episode of Love Bites! The dating show for cannibals, by cannibals! Because we need love too! My name is Rich Richardson and I’ll be your host for the evening.”
By Jennifer Triplett3 years ago in Fiction
Strong Lesson Or Painful Lesson Part II
“No!” rocketed from Dana’s lips as she bolted into the lunchroom. The rest of her coworkers followed. “There was a standoff between the police and the three robbers,” a reporter said.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Heads or Tales
James The coin floats in the air, suspended in its twisting. Time appears to move gradually as the winking top of a snake exchanges for the beating wings of a pigeon in an endless circle. I realize that I've committed an error.
By Seven Sky3 years ago in Fiction
"Finding love in the most unexpected places"
As the elevator doors closed and the lift began its ascent, Alex couldn't help but notice the beautiful woman standing across from him. Her name was Sarah, and she worked in the same building as him. They had never spoken before, but he had always admired her from afar.
By Krish3 years ago in Fiction
Her Majesty
I’ve gone round to see a friend, who isn't in a good way. Poverty and drug addiction will do that to you. She doesn't look great when I turn up, and asks immediately if I'd go to the nearby pharmacy for her. This is a familiar request: ‘going to the chemist’, means picking up a pack of sterile syringes, for injecting methamphetamine. Three bucks gets you five sterile, medicalised, ‘skin-pop’ syringes of the type used by diabetics. They’re not suitable for intravenous injection, but that’s what you're given and they’re clean and sharp at least. The packs, she says, used to come with a little squeeze of sterile water and a spoon for mixing up, but they’ve stopped that now. The price didn’t go down. ‘They’re free in Britain’, I say with a shrug.
By Nick Jordan3 years ago in Fiction
A Whole Lotta Rosie
Boobs. The county had a generous assortment. Two for every fair maid in fact (in one case three, but that’s another story). They came in all shapes and sizes. Well okay, not all shapes; none were square. And granted, not all sizes; no lass sported boobs the size of beer barrels.
By Davi Mai3 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Krabs
Such a beautiful day at the beach on this island paradise, I thought. I was content laying on my beach towel. The rays of sunshine felt warm and blanketed me from the cooler breeze coming off the ocean.
By T.R. MAGNO 3 years ago in Fiction
The Cat-astrophic Adventures of Whiskers
Once upon a time, in a cozy little house on the edge of town, there lived a cat named Whiskers. Whiskers were not your average feline. Oh no, he was a master of mischief and a connoisseur of chaos. He delighted in causing trouble for his owners, a young couple named Jack and Jill.
By Adria_X_Rae3 years ago in Fiction