Humor

What If We Built a Road Around the World?
The idea of a worldwide highway system is alluring in the age of global connection, when distances appear to be getting shorter every day. Envision setting out on a transcontinental road trip, either from North America to Asia or from Europe to North America. Is it possible to carry out such a huge project, and more importantly, should it be done? Let's examine the probable difficulties and ramifications of building a worldwide highway system in order to further investigate these issues.
By Abdur Rahman 3 years ago in Fiction
Daffodils. Content Warning.
Spring was heralding its arrival with a fanfare of daffodils. As she drove to work, she couldn't help but think about their giddy waving at the side of the road, like an eager crowd, and their sunniness invaded her heart.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
I Wheelie Like You
I Wheelie Like You I think that I can honestly say, hand on heart, that was not only the strangest lunch that I`d ever had, but also, I will not be seeing her again. I mean, how is it, they`re never like what they say they are on their profiles.
By Paul Westlake3 years ago in Fiction
Little Orphan
The Moon was a whining crescent, seasick on a swirl of cloud. The wind in the willows did little to ease the ambiance. As for Angie, she looked like she'd walked into a door. Which in fact she had this time: thing was, anyone who knew her husband would find that difficult to believe.
By robert fisherman3 years ago in Fiction
Damnatio Memoriae
I knew I was in trouble the moment I approached Asgard. I didn't get there the normal way. Death makes a few things very clear, and one is this: if you choose to strip off all that armor that you died in, you become light as a feather. You don't need the sword, the shield, the spear, the hauberk, the spells to travel. You can take them off, and suddenly you can fly.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
Fight or Flight
The hour is nigh I’ve dreaded it Run from it Paced around my cell Till my feet are worn into the sterile tiled floor But we all must take the long walk
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Fiction
Anyone for Dennis?
"So, what're you saying?" "I'm saying you should ask her out!" "I don't know if I can do that." Matt looked at his friend, Dennis and shook his head. It had been years now since Dennis had dated and Matt was concerned that he was still on his own.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
House of the Murmuring Mirrors
I got a deal on a mansion, and I couldn’t wait to move in. My name is Don Sturgis, and I deserved this. Apparently, the previous owners, a sweet old couple named Rob and Delilah Freemason, had been poisoned and the police never found the poisoner, so the house remained on the market for just over thirty years because prospective buyers were worried the poisoner would come back. But after three decades on the market, I wasn’t worried.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Take Us To Forever . Content Warning.
Edith lay in her bed, under her sweat-soaked sheets. She had been under here for a few days, not moving, depressed of course. She was 25, single, and lived alone. She worked remotely as an online tutor, never showing her face. She didn't have to. Her job allowed her to stay in her little mole hole she made for herself and never have to leave the comfort of her own bed. She loved it there. It smelled familiar. It looked familiar. It was safe. It was comfortable. It never disappointed her. Today, she was rotting away on her phone, looking amongst the war zone that was the popular social media site "GalaxyGroove," where hundreds of mind-numbing souls could unleash their most unwanted but wanted opinions to the internet, and let the battle commence.
By Valentine Vampire3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Seeker: Episode One
That fateful day when I opened the locked drawer of my father’s old writing desk was the day that everything in my life changed.
By Savannah K. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
The Unraveling: A Mother's Descent into Madness
Once, there was a quaint little house nestled on the outskirts of town, shrouded in mystery and whispers of past tragedies. It was here that Sarah, a devoted mother, sought solace after the loss of her husband in a tragic accident. Little did she know, the house held secrets far more sinister than she could ever imagine.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of the Garbage Collector
The Magic of the Garbage Collector Chapter 1. In a world where magic is the most important thing, a young man aspires to become a garbage cleaner instead.
By AdiB-DilZa3 years ago in Fiction