Humor

The Leap Into the Sea
The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as Luffy stood on the deck of the Thousand Sunny. The ship rocked gently with the rhythm of the calm sea, but despite the serene setting, an uneasy tension gripped Luffy. He had faced countless battles, taken on enemies ten times his size, and stared death in the face more times than he could count, but none of that scared him as much as the idea of plunging into the vast, open sea.
By Emma RMD2 years ago in Fiction
Macbeth and the Mystery of the Sleepless Crown. AI-Generated.
It all began, as most terrible things do, with a prophecy. There I was, fresh from battle, basking in the glow of yet another bloody victory, when those three cackling witches accosted me with their promises of future grandeur. "All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!" they croaked, with the kind of cheer one might reserve for announcing a particularly nasty bout of plague. And though their words should have sent a shiver down my spine, I confess, they tickled my ambition just so.
By ScienceStyled2 years ago in Fiction
The Sinking of Superman
Superman was once a symbol of strength, eternally flying in sky, rescuing the world. But in this new digital age, he was in over his head—that is, he was literally swimming in it. One fine morning, he was at a seaside, standing besides the ocean and marveling at the sight of water that seemed to have no end. A small boy who was close to us laughed as he played with the water on the beach. The smile did not reach Superman’s eyes, and in his stomach he felt a knot forming. He had fought many enemies in his life but the water was in a different league, something he could not overcome by force.
By Emma RMD2 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected Companion. Top Story - August 2024.
Ever since I picked up the left-for-trash dresser and refinished it, I can’t sleep through the night. Dharrsheena suggested that my newly refurbished piece of furniture could be haunted. I doubted it because spirits usually haunt houses, not the decor. But then strange things started to happen.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
Thalassaphobia
Things weren't going exactly to plan, but then they never do. I ought to know. I hear people's stories. I'm a clinical psychologist, actually a Professor of Clinical Psychology at the University of Washington. Practically speaking I have to do my clinical research during the four months of the summer. I had a good idea but I was running late. To make a long story short, I issued the call for volunteer subjects before getting the grant approved. The committee rejected my proposal, so now I had test subjects but no funding.
By Paul A. Merkley2 years ago in Fiction
The Husband, His Wife, Pat and the Threesome. Content Warning.
So she says to me, "Let's have a threesome" and I'm like, "What?" And then she says, "I think we need to mix it up a bit" and I says, "Can't we just go to Butlin's or something or change where we do the grocery shopping?" And she says, "That's your problem! You've got no imagination!"
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Enigma of Kireba
Nestled in the heart of Africa, the country of Kireba was a place where the ordinary laws of nature seemed to bend, giving way to a land steeped in mysteries. Its vast savannas and emerald forests were home to creatures that defied explanation, and its ancient stones whispered secrets from times long forgotten. It was a land where myth and reality wove together seamlessly. In the village of Tinda, on the edge of the Verdant Forest, lived a young woman named Zuri. Known for her inquisitive nature and keen intellect, Zuri had always been fascinated by the strange occurrences around her. The villagers, though steeped in traditions and superstitions, avoided certain areas of the forest, believing them to be cursed or protected by spirits. But Zuri was determined to uncover the truth. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Zuri set off into the heart of the Verdant Forest. Her only companions were her lantern and a notebook, filled with her sketches and notes. Rumors spoke of a colossal stone known as the Elder Pillar, said to be a relic from an ancient civilization that vanished mysteriously. The forest was alive with sounds. An owl hooted softly, and the rustling of leaves seemed to carry voices from the past. Zuri pressed on, guided by the directions given by the village elder, an old woman who had once claimed to have seen the Elder Pillar herself. As night fell, Zuri reached a clearing bathed in a ghostly luminescence. The Elder Pillar stood in the center, a massive stone covered in intricate carvings that seemed to shimmer under the moonlight. The carvings depicted strange creatures and celestial symbols, and in the center was a depiction of a serpent entwined around a sun. Zuri approached cautiously, her breath misting in the cool night air. As she touched the stone, a sudden vibration pulsed through her fingertips, and the carvings seemed to shift and change. Before her eyes, the scene transformed, revealing a hidden chamber within the stone. The chamber was lined with golden artifacts and scrolls. Curiosity overwhelmed her fear, and Zuri stepped into the chamber. She discovered scrolls written in an ancient script, depicting a civilization that had once thrived in Kireba. The texts spoke of a prophecy about the Serpent of Light, a mythical creature said to control the balance of nature and time. According to the prophecy, the Serpent would awaken when Kireba was on the brink of destruction. As she pored over the scrolls, a soft rustling drew her attention. Emerging from the shadows was a creature unlike anything she had ever seen—an ethereal being with the body of a leopard and wings of a hawk. The creature’s eyes glowed with a soft green light, and its presence was both majestic and intimidating. The creature spoke in a voice that echoed like the wind through the trees. “You have uncovered the truth, Zuri. But now you must face the consequences.” Zuri was taken aback. “Who are you?” she asked. “I am the Guardian of the Elder Pillar,” the creature replied. “The prophecy has been set in motion. The Serpent of Light is stirring.” Before Zuri could respond, the ground beneath her trembled, and the clearing transformed. The trees seemed to twist and stretch, and a massive serpent with scales of gold and eyes like molten lava emerged from the earth. The Serpent of Light had awakened. The serpent spoke in a voice that resonated through the very soul. “The balance of Kireba is in jeopardy. The time has come for you to decide the fate of your land.” Zuri, heart pounding, realized the gravity of the situation. The ancient texts had hinted at a choice—one that would either save Kireba or plunge it into darkness. With a deep breath, she addressed the serpent. “We need to understand what is threatening Kireba. What must we do?” The serpent’s gaze softened. “The harmony of nature has been disturbed by forces unknown. To restore balance, you must venture to the Abyssal Caverns in the southern mountains and retrieve the Heart of Kireba, a gem of immense power. Only then can the harmony be restored.” With determination in her eyes, Zuri embarked on a perilous journey to the Abyssal Caverns. The path was fraught with challenges—treacherous terrain, mystical illusions, and creatures that tested her resolve. Yet, Zuri’s bravery and intelligence guided her through each trial. Deep within the caverns, she found the Heart of Kireba, a radiant gem pulsating with a calming energy. As she held it in her hands, she felt a surge of hope and clarity. The cavern began to tremble, and the exit was blocked by a massive rockslide. With the Heart in hand, Zuri focused her thoughts, and the gem’s light expanded, clearing the path and guiding her back to the Verdant Forest. She arrived just in time to confront the serpent, who awaited her with bated breath. Placing the Heart of Kireba on the Elder Pillar, Zuri watched as its light enveloped the serpent, the forest, and the entire land. The balance was restored, and the mystical disturbances ceased. The ancient carvings on the pillar glowed brightly, and the strange creatures returned to their natural state. The Guardian of the Elder Pillar appeared beside Zuri, gratitude in its eyes. “You have done well, Zuri. Kireba is safe once more.” As dawn broke over the land, Zuri returned to Tinda, her heart full of pride and relief. The villagers celebrated her bravery, and the mysteries of Kireba were acknowledged not as threats, but as parts of a grand and intricate tapestry of life. And so, the land of Kireba continued to thrive, its secrets still waiting to be unraveled by those daring enough to seek them. For in Kireba, the boundaries between myth and reality were ever-blurred, and its mysteries were as boundless as the horizon.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Fiction
A Room with a Moose
“Death is coming for me,” Blue said. “Don’t be dramatic,” said Agent Lamb, switching the recorder to off. “You don’t understand. The Golden Hand of Maronhi has eyes and ears much further and deeper than you can understand.”
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Fiction
meet rough; choppy
"Do you... work here?" "Do I work here...? I'd like to think so, yeah," Massive fumble. Massive. As if the blinking nametag under the fluorescent lighting wasn't obvious enough.
By crayoncreative2 years ago in Fiction
The Rise of Unionizer
Teenage Superheroes needed a Union, and Unionizer needed an excuse to stay off the front lines. Late to his powers, the child of an Elemental who could channel lightning and a Civilian one-night-stand, Unionizer had the uninspiring power of making energy sources go flat. Great if he happened to be facing someone utterly reliant on technology, fairly useless the rest of the time, but take down one giant robot and suddenly everyone expects you to be standing toe to toe with Superman.
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Rat Man
Most rich people fall in one of these categories: You have snobs who believe that their money gives them the right to do anything they want. You have philanthropists who believes their money gives them the responsibility to better the world. Then you have the party animal who only wants to have a good time. They use their money to buy friends.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Davy Jones: the True, Untold Story . Runner-up in Overboard Challenge.
It was one cerulean sea day that Sinbad the Sailor, Blackbeard, Grace O’Malley and Davy Jones found themselves all aboard the same ship. Yes, against all the odds of fame, fortune, time and legend, they were all on said ship together. She was a beaut though, with massive sails billowing and caving to the four winds, a deck of cypress wood that shone in the sun as if never scuffed by the likes of boots and barrels.
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction