Humor

The Day the Comet Wiped Out the Thesaurs
January 18 is National Thesaurus Day. January 18 also ranks 278th (out of 366 dates) in birthdate popularity. That rank is just rank, offensive, stinky, gross, and noxious.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Lost in the Cushions: A Pocketknife's Tale
I am suffocating! The plush yellow cushions with botanical designs are going to kill me. They are smothering, hot, and smelly! The scent of sweaty dogs and musky permeates the air.
By Daphsam3 years ago in Fiction
Elysium's Echo
Title: "Elysium's Echo: Chronicles of the Quantum Symphony" In the pulsating heart of Elysium, where skyscrapers kissed the heavens and the neon-lit streets hummed with energy, Dr. Eleanor Vega stood on the precipice of scientific marvel. Her creation, the Elysian Cognitive Harmonic Operator, or ECHO, was not just a leap in artificial intelligence; it was a quantum marvel that promised to redefine the very essence of humanity's relationship with the digital realm.
By ARTIST3 years ago in Fiction
Your Life Isn’t Over Until It’s Over
“Where is it? Where’s my birthday ball?” cried Jonas, his little boy. “I don’t know, but it has to be here somewhere!” said Jonas’ best friend, Tony. When their footsteps came closer, the red kickball felt relief.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
Gus the Bus
This story was inspired by Lucas Marcus, Facebook group: The Writer's Forum. Lucas posted the picture asking, "If this bus was a character in your book. What name would you her or him?" I saved the picture, because I liked it and wanted to see what I could do with it. Thus, Gus the Bus was born.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
Soft Boiled Treasure
Hard-Boiled detective Kentucky Bourbon cracked the shell of his soft-boiled egg and popped the top off. He set the sliver of shell, with its small amount of egg white, aside and leaned forward to peer into the cavernous opening he had just made. His face fell as disappointment took him.
By Christopher Thompson3 years ago in Fiction
Hat Trick
Look, don’t get excited. You think your problems are special? You must be the fifth you I’ve seen tonight, brother. I’m glad I can’t smell this place.
By D. J. Reddall3 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found: Bruised
I never really understood the point of my life. I came into this world as a cuddly toy. I just so happened to be a 35” tall, behemoth furry creature. I was aware that I was huge–way bigger than I feel I should’ve been. It wasn’t my fault though as I can’t control how I look.
By Nimbus3 years ago in Fiction
À Propos Of The Falling Snow. Content Warning.
You will tell me, gentlemen, how inappropriate and undesirable my following comments are, and how only a fool, a desparate lunatic would think up and share such things with others.
By YonathanJ - Writer3 years ago in Fiction
Good Vibrations
Okay, this is really not my fault. I am now in a very different spot than I’m used to (buzz). And I really did not expect the screaming and the trip through the air like that (buzz buzz). So dark, too…
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Bachelor Party
Once, one of Mother Combs's closest friends was getting married, so she and a few others set up a bachelor party for him. They invited many of his closest friends and family. They arranged for a wet bar to be set up and a caterer to bring in a meal of prime ribs. They’d planned for everything and even made a giant cake and hired a young, beautiful woman to jump out of the cake for her friend.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
How Much A Dollar Really Worth?
Where am I? Why am I out from your pockets? I’m cold over here on this concrete floor. I only see the sky covered in grey clouds. I want to be with my brethren. I was suppose be with them when it’s time to move in the promised register! What have I done to deserve such abandonment? I been by your side for what seems like eternity, and this is how I’m worth? Like junk you casually toss to the floor! I won’t stand for this, but at last, I can’t stand at all.
By Bass Man Eddie3 years ago in Fiction