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The Dead End Mall
As the early spring rain pattered, tickling the car windshield, Val cautiously drove from the merchandising meeting, the marketing influencer attended, inside the ghostly beach front boardwalk hotel. Peering to her left, the collegiate University, where the gaming schemer studied, made its landmark appearance, reminding the successful entrepreneur, where everything was headed.
By Marc OBrien10 months ago in Humor
10 Hypocritical Lies Society Tells You (But Never Follows Itself)
Ever notice how society loves to spew advice it never really follows? Though we are advised all the time to "be patient," "forgive and forget," or "just be yourself," the instant we do, we get punished. The truth is, life doesn't operate on feel-good clichés; it runs on hypocrisy. So, let's dissect these 10 common contradictions that people love to shove down our throats while doing the exact opposite.
By R.T. Garner10 months ago in Humor
Tweethearts
A small flock of starlings had gathered on the hydro lines around a lamp post. It was a pleasant evening in early spring and most of them were preoccupied with romance. Benny, the biggest and oldest of the bunch had been regaling them with an in depth recounting of his love life. Among those listening were partners Frank and Ella, the two who had just flown in from parts south; and Harry and Denise who had been living in the general neighborhood for two years. They liked it there and had decided to put down stakes and call it a life.
By Marie McGrath10 months ago in Humor
AI an absurd awakening . Content Warning.
Routine event of the day: I sit 🪑 down to write ✍️ … What emerges: the following. It seems like an adventurous roller coaster 🎢 ride. One thing leading into another. An absurd awakening, indeed! Awry is me. And askew is thee! Together we shall do better if we think of this as a jamboree😊 Co-commonly conjoined and sometimes amply carried forward “alone,” these are the ways in which we assail life. Indeed, that certainly calls for qualities to deal with this world, regardless of swimming or sinking in it as some downtrodden tit. Hugely crouched over tetra-shields, life can be as unpredictable as any other titanic ship. For that reason, I have always needed the near -perfect nuance of poetry in my speech. Precisely so, off hand or rather, off censored, you might find me musing very badly 😅. Awkwardly absurd ! So be it! Yeah that’s the absurd reality I was born into aeons ago and I have remained in it, ever since. It’s like I was dealt with a hand of cards 🃏 that ended up as precious leavings. Conditions like this might not fit you well, I know. But do absurdly adjust if you will (by any chance,) relish this piece and end up feeling swamped in it. So, where was I ? āḥ húñ! Now listen 🎧..very carefully to this verbiage —a potpourri as I prefer to call it . Use your utter discretion before you collectively resonate or disqualify it in entirety. It’s up to you ! This is an “Alchemy of my mind,” seeking to rightly fit into the world of vagaries. I am scribing 📝 this—ebbing out of the cradle passage after rising from the big deep sleep. This tale accumulates the past, as though , its a drawn onwards journey, much as much, to arrive at an equally transient —present. As if, those solemn formative years, tenderly shaping many untellable identities beyond the grave. And well into Supra terrains of adulthood, I am left to think—those were the days! But life ,how-so-ever, is seemingly a product of our own creative imagination with no interest whatsoever to gloat on the gut issues. But I do! That’s the awry in me for you to peruse. And I say this with gratitude 🙏 as I slowly sink ( along with you,) into this deep meditative sleep …💤😴🛌
By Madhu Goteti 10 months ago in Humor
The Midnight Canine Conundrum
Dakota Blaqq was an expert in focus. Her office, tucked away on the 14th floor of the Tower of Possible Work, was her sanctuary—an endless sea of whiteboards, sticky notes, and half-empty coffee cups. The task at hand was crucial. She had, for the past six hours, been hunched over her desk, her fingers dancing across her keyboard as though she were in the throes of an epic symphony of productivity.
By Dakota Denise 10 months ago in Humor
Liver Between the Lines
"Do you deliver after hours?" The other end of the wire hummed a dimly lit, vacuous kind of empty. "Sir or madam, this is a post office." Croaked a young angsty voice through the noisy land line. "We only operate during office hours, not after office hours."
By Ashley McMahon10 months ago in Humor
