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The Choice
Stormed raged outside against the wooden walls of the small cabin. Anna pulled her shawl around her shoulders and stared at the flickering candlelight on the rough-hewn table. It was a date in the year 1885, while winter settled heavily over the Dakota Territory. Outside, the wind carried the promise of change; inside, Anna wrestled with a choice that would alter the future of her family.
By jackson10 months ago in Humor
My Love story (if wishes were horses beggars will ride).. Content Warning.
On that day, which happened to be our first day in the University, my friend Vincent and I felt so excited going to school to receive our first lecture.
By Medical Arena11 months ago in Humor
The Show Must Go On
"Family reunions, am I right?" As a standup comedian, this line always kills. You know, because everyone has that love/hate relationship with their families, everyone. But last night, that line hit differently, and it hit hard.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Humor
RAINING CATS & DOGS
5.30am on a cold Winter’s morning, chores for the day to be completed. Flo sighed the moment she opened her bedroom curtains. The rain poured and Bailey, her old, fluffy Sheep dog had to be walked. Once dressed, flinging on any old sweater, she grabbed him, as he bounded for joy, even at his age, this dog still acted like a puppy. Who had this much energy at 5.30am on a Monday morning anyway?
By Elizabeth Butler11 months ago in Humor
I Let ChatGPT Plan My Entire Wedding: Here Is What Went Horribly Wrong And Surprisingly Right
The Moment I Almost Called Off My Wedding Picture this: It’s 4 AM, two days before my wedding. My bridesmaids are snoring on the couch, my dog is chewing my veil, and I’m crying over a spreadsheet titled “AI-Generated Floral Arrangements.” That’s when I realized letting an algorithm plan my big day might’ve been the best and worst idea of my life.
By Wryter11 months ago in Humor
The Grocery Quest: Aisle of MadnessSubtitle:
Nigel Fiddlesticks considered himself a simple man. He liked his toast evenly browned, his socks correctly paired, and his weekly trip to the grocery store to be an uneventful affair. But the universe had other plans.
By Byron Loderick11 months ago in Humor
Head of the Gang
”Photosynthesis.” He replies. Nodding as if I understood his answer about how he receives nutrients. I have so many questions. “I see. What about breathing and consuming water?”
By JBaz11 months ago in Humor
The Dairy Dimension: Aisle of Anarchy
Larry Larchmont’s day began with a mission so mundane it could bore a sloth: buy milk. His local grocery store, Save & Staple, had never once sparked excitement—until today.
By PhilipM-I11 months ago in Humor
a president and dinner. Content Warning.
President Bill Clinton walks into a restaurant and is seated at one of the finest tables. As he is looking at the menu the waitress walks over to him and says "Mr. President, what would you like?" "How about a quickie?" he says as he is looking her over. Angerly she slaps him across the face and storms away. The secret service agent sitting next to him says "Sir, I believe it's pronounced QUICHE." Sir not quickie as he walked out of the lavish restaurant back to his limo as everyone looked in shock and awe after he was told to leave he said to agent 2 that all I wanted was a simple quiche awe man now I’m hungry wow have I really did this time guess the next time I will just ask the agents to order for me so I won’t mess up next time come to ihop oh dear bill chuckled lil bit after arriving back In his office after the incident earlier with the waitress hitting him later a agent suggested that he possibly have the kitchen staff prepare a quiche at home next time to avoid the same mistake at ihop that made earlier at the fancy dinner place the next day bill sat out to try another fancy restaurant and it happened again another waitress threw glass of water on him bill replied man what is going on I don’t understand that’s the way you say quiche isn’t it again the agent replied no Mr Clinton I’m afraid you got it wrong again once more it’s pronounced quiche not quickie sir bill sighed in frustration again guess I will never get that broccoli quickie after all again bill left hungry frustrated wandering where to go to get that perfect broccoli quiche with out getting slapped each time by the waitress or waiter bill sat on the curb after being kicked out of the new fancy restaurant le eiefel stating I just have to find place where they don’t slap as much every time u let me have a broccoli quickie with coffee as bill cried on the edge of the sidewalk the agent said Mr president what if took you Andean most exclusive place in town bill said in a sad voice ok well as they headed to andiamo he stated what if it happens again then I will never get my quiche aww man as they arrived inside bill was taken to the banquet private room he was seated promptly the waitress began his drink order then came back to take his order again it happened he asked for broccoli quickie instead of broccoli quiche the waitress threw a punch this time instead of a slap again bill was with out his broccoli quiche the secret service agent said next time im doing the ordering Mr president to save you from getting hit again bill tried at another restaurant later that week called di amatos again bill arrived was given the best seat near the window in the banquet area of the restaurant he was promptly seated the waiter asked him what would he like to order after he brought the drinks he proceeded to order but his agent stopped him and ordered the quiche him self this time this time seem the charm and the president was spared a slapped this time and finally got his prized broccoli quiche bill was so happy and excited finally he got his broccoli quickie and didn’t get kicked out this time as he ate his food he showed a very big smile the end
By Ass ay11 months ago in Humor
The Cogsmith’s Report. Top Story - February 2025.
The Cogsmith adjusted the brass cranial halo, tightening the screws until Bertie felt a dull ache in his temples. “Immersion requires sacrifice,” he croaked, a phrase Bertie had heard far too often. The Cogsmith strapped Bertie onto the inclined plane, its wooden frame creaking under his weight. A complicated system of pulleys and gears, powered by a hissing steam boiler in the corner, connected to the halo. The Cogsmith attached a conical metal visor over Bertie’s eyes, then spun a valve.
By Ian Vince11 months ago in Humor
The Silent Town
Daniel Carter had traveled to many places in search of unusual stories, but nothing compared to what he had heard about Ravenshade—a town where no one spoke.
By Hridoy Hasan11 months ago in Humor
Make Quick Cash Now by Teaching Your Hands to Multitask
This morning, I saw a woman using two shovels simultaneously to clear snow from her driveway. It. Was. Incredible!
By LRB11 months ago in Humor