Humor

The Chameleon
Len pauses outside the door, still hearing laughter he created echoing within the home. Visions of people holding their sides or spraying liquid alcoholic drinks from compressed lips, in fear of choking upon it, still clear in his mind. Comic relief, which is what he has become, a comedian offering respite from more serious events of life. He gives joy to those in pain or living dull tedious day to day existences. He would rather see people happy then sad. Len knew all too well about feeling worthless. Therefore, he chose to be the life of the party, so others know happiness.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
Samsara- The Tale of Rebirth
To be the muse or to be the one who beholds the musings, To laugh in adversities or to be the one who stands tall beyond the mockings.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
DARE TO DREAM - A tale of Love, Loss, Devotion And Utmost Patriotism. Content Warning.
YADA YADA HI DHARMASIYA GLANIRBHAVATI SUVRATA | ABBYUTTHANAMADHARMASIYA TADA PRAKRITISAMBHAVRAH|| O LORD OF THIS UNIVERSE! O CREATOR OF MAN!
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
A Desperate Measure
The fluorescent lights of the electronics store hummed a monotonous tune, a soundtrack to Amelia’s increasingly desperate existence. Every day was a battle against dwindling sales targets, impatient customers demanding the latest gadgets that the store couldn’t afford, and the gnawing anxiety of overdue bills.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Argument
"Gods and Goddesses do not argue with mortals. An argument implies dispute, and there can be no dispute, for the Gods are always right." Baj groaned out loud and rolled his eyes, earning him a sharp sting of pain from the Goddesses' mental whip, dropping him to one knee. "Know your place mortal, and mind your manners." Elyria said with and edge of steel in her voice, and perhaps just a tinge of genuine hurt as well. Baj knew better than to respond as he had, but he just could not help himself. The Goddesses pith philosophical sayings on the nature of Gods and mortals never failed to irritate the ever living crap out of him. The many which touted the great superiority of the Gods, like the classic she had just spouted off, caused him the most distress. She, of course, knew how he felt and that is exactly why she favored saying such things in his presence. He slowly recovered his wits, and grimaced at the lingering pain in his head. At that moment he was sorely tempted to jab at her again, but he held his tongue. Of course he feared the pain of Elyria's punishments, but more so than that, he had no wish to actually hurt her, and it seemed by her reaction to his words, he actually had. Baj often thought how strange it was that a being of such power, who had fought near omnipotent Gods, and monsters so terrible the mere sight of them would cause a mortal to die from fear, could be so easily and deeply hurt by but the slightest of words. He was not sure if that was more a reflection of the awesome power of words, or the overhyped power of the Gods. No matter the reason, it was certainly the case that he could, and had hurt the Goddess very badly on many occasions with his words, much more so than with any actions he had ever committed. While he did regret those words (mostly), he was glad for them as well, because they reminded him that mortals were not totally powerless against the might of the Gods. With DisKord threatening his world, and all existence, he knew mortals and Gods would need every possible tools at their disposal if they had any hope of defeating the ancient lord of chaos.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
"Unique Cars of 2025. Redefine innovation and design"
"Unique Cars of 2025. Redefine innovation and design" "Introduction" Rapid growth of technology, increasing concern for environment, and love for the future design has made automobiles something only mere transports. More statements of innovative technology, luxuries, and what is the reason behind the drive. The most unstable time the car industry witnessed in history saw itself before 2025. Among these rare automobiles, few in 2025 stand testament to the top car industries across the world.
By Jay Bobade2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Symbol
It started with an unmarked envelope tucked into my mailbox. At first glance, it seemed harmless—aged parchment, no return address, just my name scrawled in hurried penmanship. Yet, as I opened it, my pulse quickened. Inside was a single sheet of paper bearing a cryptic symbol, one that I had seen before only in my nightmares—a strange, intertwined pattern, part serpent, part flame, with an eye embedded in its core. Beneath it, in trembling ink, was written: "The truth lies in the forgotten."
By James2 years ago in Fiction
The Abandoned Manor
I never should have gone back to the manor. It stood as a specter of my youth, a decaying structure perched atop the hill, its gothic spires clawing at the sky. Time had worn its façade, and yet the air around it seemed untouched, as though the world dared not encroach too closely. I hadn’t thought about that place in years, not until the letter arrived—a single sheet of parchment bearing no return address, only the words: “The truth awaits you in the manor.”
By James2 years ago in Fiction
Saathi Screens
The Mumbai monsoon was a relentless beast, mirroring the tempest within Rohan. The rejection emails, “We regret to inform you…” Another one. The tenth this month each a digital slap in the face, had piled up like the overflowing garbage bins outside his window. At 42, his once-promising marketing career lay in ruins, with a CV boasting a decade of experience in marketing for a now-defunct textile company, Rohan was facing a harsh reality, the recession had hit India hard, and his skills were suddenly deemed redundant.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Oh Jeff… Why?
‘Oh Jefff…, I love you too…, but… “But what? I don’t understand.” “I can’t marry a man who tells his five year old there’s no Santa Claus.”
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Fiction
The Language of Fireflies
The air in the village of Thennampatti was thick with the scent of jasmine and wet earth after the morning rain. Emerald paddy fields stretched as far as the eye could see, a vibrant tapestry woven by nature’s hand.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Present. Top Story - December 2024.
Jackie Chase is getting dressed up for the Christmas party at his sister’s house which starts in the next hour. “Boy I cannot wait to get my hand, or my fork and spoon into some of that banana pudding Rudy cooked” Jackie thought out loud. He then grabbed his phone, the charger to go with it and his car keys as he prepared to head out the door.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction