Humor

Johnny Bravo: Lost in Space
Johnny Bravo, the narcissistic ladies' man with a heart of gold, found himself in a predicament that would make even the bravest astronauts tremble. It all started with a simple desire: to impress his neighbor, Suzy Carmichael, with a grand gesture. Inspired by the latest blockbuster space movie, Johnny decided that nothing less than a trip to the moon would suffice.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Fiction
Riverdale: A Town of Secrets and Scandals
Riverdale, a seemingly idyllic small town nestled in the heart of America, hides a sinister underbelly. Beneath its charming facade lies a world of secrets, scandals, and a dark conspiracy that threatens to unravel the lives of its residents.
By Kelly Munala Brookes2 years ago in Fiction
Human physiology
Human physiologyis the study of the functions and mechanisms of the human body, focusing on how the body’s systems, organs, tissues, and cells work together to maintain life and health. It encompasses various systems and processes that keep the body functioning properly, from the cellular level to the whole organism.
By Shohagh USA 2 years ago in Fiction
The Organ Grinder
Hunh? What do you mean I stick out like a sore thumb? The trope is so old, no one even thinks about it anymore. Like the sound of a needle scratch, or the sound a phone should make when it rings, only this is visual. They still put those sounds in movies, and some schmuck like me in the background, to properly set the scene. Never mind that three generations of people have never seen this in public, so they've lost the script.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
There's Something Fishy Going On
“Defund the police they say,” all those useless troublemakers who are always protesting over God-knows-what and God-knows-who. I was left sitting here, in this stupid empty room with these stupid uncomfortable chairs and this stupid metal table for so long that I was beginning to agree with them. I swear I even heard one of cops laugh when I filed my complaint. The nerve!
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction
The Guitar. Top Story - September 2024.
I walked into my house and tossed my keys on the kitchen table. What a long and terrible day. Today, I got fired from my job, from a company that I have worked at for over ten years. My heart just broke when they told me the news. Petting my old tabby cat, I sat on the couch and my heart broke all over again. I sighed softly, ten years. That is how long I was there for, and I worked my ass off for the company where dreams go to die. I worked like a dog for them for so long just for them to turn around and hire someone younger to fill my position. I could look for a new job but right now my heart just hurts. I glanced around the room, looking for where I had left my laptop and my glance fixated on my old guitar that my father had passed along to me. Maybe it’s time I picked up and started playing again.
By Chloe Unfiltered2 years ago in Fiction
Monsters
I am frightened of the monsters. They are much, much, bigger than me, and they are loud, and they scare me. They appear all over the house, and they startle me. They are all different colours too.
By Karen Cave2 years ago in Fiction
270 Anonymunity
Time again. The PSAs said so. Having dodged the COVID and flu bullets the previous year, I wondered if it was because of my immunizations. The literature says it prevents a percentage of infections. Was I just lucky? Had the shots really protected me from these infections?
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Manifesting Shakespeare Through Monkeys
Calling his penmanship poor was an insult to both pens and ships. That fact usually had no bearing on his well being. Today, it did.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow of the Nightingale. Content Warning.
The downpour pounded against the dingy window of the Parisian bistro, obscuring the neon lights of the clamoring road outside. Inside, Elena, a lady with eyes as sharp as the stiletto she conveyed, sat alone, nursing a tepid espresso. She was an apparition, a ghost in the city's underside, moving concealed, unheard, all her means determined, everything she might do a quiet dance of trickiness.
By sanjeevan2 years ago in Fiction
The Mars Land Scam
Hello, beautiful people! I’m David Rich. How’s everyone doing today?” “YAAAYYAA!” Some people in the crowd cheer. “Great, great! Property on Mars is a steal because we’re not there yet. But mark my words, 10 years after we colonize Mars, your property will be worth millions more. If you buy a plot of land with a mine on it, you’ll make billions – and that’s with a B, folks!”
By Robert Kegel2 years ago in Fiction
The Mars Land Scam (With changes)
Hello, beautiful people! I’m David Rich. How’s everyone doing today?” “YAAAYYAA!” Some people in the crowd cheer. “Great, great! Property on Mars is a steal because we’re not there yet. But mark my words, 10 years after we colonize Mars, your property will be worth millions more. If you buy a plot of land with a mine on it, you’ll make billions – and that’s with a B, folks!”
By Robert Kegel2 years ago in Fiction