Humor

Time Travel Paradox
The acrid tang of ozone filled Amelia's lungs as she emerged from the shimmering portal. The once-gleaming chrome of the time machine was now dulled with rust, a testament to the ten years she'd spent relentlessly pursuing this moment. She was back. Back in the crisp autumn of 2013, the day her life fractured.
By Yakise Raphael Etim2 years ago in Fiction
Gold Coin and Justice
Just like any other day in King Akbar’s court, once Akbar asked Birbal, “My dear Birbal if I tell you to choose between justice and a gold coin, what will you choose?”
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
War of Currencies
In the global currency exhibition, the pound declared, “I’m the financial Dapper Dan!” Dollars laughed, “But still, banks chase us like red carpet fans!”
By Ameer Bibi2 years ago in Fiction
Who Can Count the Crows
Once Akbar observed the crows in his garden. He asked Birbal about the number of crows in the kingdom. After considering the matter for a while, Birbal declared that the kingdom is home to ninety thousand two hundred and forty-nine crows.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
Secret Behind Quilt Demand At 44 Celsius
My nephew was 2 years old. It was his 2nd summer. Last winter was his first when he experienced many new things and enjoyed them at the age of 1 and a half. He learned many new words, expressions, and above all clear likes and dislikes. His age was full of surprises for him. Our whole family was learning many new expressions and ways of showing attitude from him.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
Tonight, I'm as feminist as my nan is catholic
My fascination with Larry has now become an unhealthy obsession. He doesn’t have TikTok, so I’ve set up a new Facebook to follow his activities. They mainly consist of complaints to unresponsive brands. His latest crusade was to pester Sky for the £20 they overcharged him last month. They never did.
By Stephanie W. 2 years ago in Fiction
Not all men
Not all men he says Fuming at the thought of being smashed into a hodgepodge conglomeration of stereotypical characters. A careless creation of that feminist movement.
By M. Lee2 years ago in Fiction
90 We Think Alike
"More coffee, please! Now, you were saying? A disgrace? There you go again with the blanket condemnations. Why am I a disgrace?"
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Zombie Invasion in Johannesburg. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Johannesburg, there lived a brave and curious 6-year-old boy named Ben. With his messy straight blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes, Ben was always full of energy and had a thirst for adventure. He loved puzzles and math, and was brilliant at chess. But his true talent lay in his sneaky and fun dance moves. Every night, before bed, he would put on a little show for his family, making them laugh with his fancy footwork.
By Maya2 years ago in Fiction
The Adventurous Prince and the Flying Horse
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a brave and curious prince named Leo. Prince Leo had golden hair that shone in the sunlight and bright blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean. He loved exploring the enchanting forests and meadows that surrounded his castle.
By Maya2 years ago in Fiction
Mommy and Daddy vs. Vladimir Putin in WWE Wrestlemania
Once upon a time, in a magical land filled with larger-than-life characters, there lived Daddy and Mommy, the bravest and strongest couple you could ever imagine. Daddy was a tall, muscular man with a handsome smile and six-pack abs that glistened in the sun. He never wore a shirt because he loved to show off his bulging muscles. Mommy, on the other hand, was a stunning and beautiful woman, with her brown hair flowing gracefully and her brown eyes twinkling with mischief. She had voluptuous lips and loved to wear tight tops that showed off her curves. Together, they were a powerful duo, ready to take on any challenge that came their way.
By Maya2 years ago in Fiction
Lonely Aweful Musician
In the heart of a bustling city lived a musician named Leo. He was a man of few words, preferring the solace of his small apartment and the company of his piano over the noisy streets below. But Leo wasn't just any musician; he was an awful one, at least according to the critics. His notes were often off-key, his rhythms erratic, and his compositions disjointed. Despite his best efforts, Leo's music failed to resonate with anyone, leaving him feeling more isolated than ever.
By Stanley 2 years ago in Fiction