Humor

The Haunting Painting in Museum
Introduction: As Rachel, Jack, and Lucy walked through the dimly lit museum, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over them. The ancient paintings on the walls seemed to almost glow in the low light, and the air felt heavy and oppressive.
By Ajay4 years ago in Fiction
Why Am I Here?
“I’m tired of seeing the same thing every single day. Everybody’s miserable here because they wake up in the same bed, same houses, same world- I would give up everything-- just for a chance to see something different.” Staring out of the square shaped window of her square shaped room, in her square shaped house– that’s plastered white all throughout the inside and out-- here we have Connie, a 14 year old girl living on a planet called kepler.
By Smiley Kun4 years ago in Fiction
I'm Suing a Theme Park for Twerkers Comp
It started with the stance. I was supposed to be a mouse, a cutesy girl cartoon mouse. I pored over the handbook for cast members. That's what workers are called so we won't feel bad about ourselves dressing up like the entertainment for a kid's birthday party. I thought I was doing a-okay.
By Vivian R McInerny4 years ago in Fiction
The Rise of the Phoenix
The rebellion had been brewing for years, ever since the government seized control in the aftermath of the disaster that had devastated the world. The people had suffered under the iron fist of their rulers, who used fear and intimidation to keep the population in line.
By Ibrahim Sani M4 years ago in Fiction
Backrooms Decrypted: Futuristic Halls (Level 15)
Level 15 of the Backrooms is also known as Futuristic Halls. It has a CLASS 0 survival difficulty rating. It is SAFE, SECURE, and FREE OF ENTITIES. Level 15 is a sequence of futuristic corridors with occasional pitch-black spots caused by a lack of lighting. When passing through these corridors on Level 15, the sounds of motors may be heard from afar. These sounds are produced by equipment housed in enormous rooms separated by reinforced metal doors. A portion of the walls of these rooms are composed of thick glass.
By Info4 years ago in Fiction
"Amara's Quest for Justice: A Story of Courage and Determination"
Amara stood atop the highest tower of the castle, gazing out at the rolling hills and forests that stretched out before her. She had been called here by the king, who had heard of her reputation as a powerful sorceress and hoped that she could help defend the kingdom from a terrible threat. As she waited for the king to arrive, Amara couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She had faced many challenges in her life, but this one promised to be the most formidable yet. When the king finally arrived, Amara could see the worry etched on his face. "Amara, thank you for coming," he said, panting slightly from the climb up the tower. "We are under attack by a powerful dragon, and none of our soldiers or mages have been able to defeat it. I fear that it will destroy the entire kingdom if we do not stop it." Amara nodded gravely. She had faced dragons before, and while they were formidable foes, she was confident in her abilities. "I will do everything in my power to defeat this dragon," she said. The king led Amara to the dragon's lair, a dark and foreboding cave in the mountains. As they approached, Amara could feel the heat of the dragon's breath and see the flames flickering within the cave. She unsheathed her sword and stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. The dragon roared as Amara approached, and she could feel the ground shaking beneath her feet. But she did not falter. She raised her arms, summoning all of her power, and called forth a powerful storm. Lightning crackled through the air, and the winds howled around her. The dragon roared in pain as the storm battered it, and Amara could see that it was weakening. With one final burst of energy, Amara summoned a bolt of lightning that struck the dragon full on. It let out a final, deafening roar, and then slumped to the ground, defeated. The kingdom rejoiced as news of the dragon's defeat spread, and Amara was hailed as a hero. The king himself thanked her and offered her any reward she desired. But Amara simply smiled and said, "I did what needed to be done to protect the kingdom and its people. That is reward enough for me." And with that, Amara vanished into the night, already looking for her next challenge. After her victory over the dragon, Amara returned to her home in the forests outside of the kingdom. She lived in a small cottage nestled amongst the trees, surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature. It was a peaceful place, far removed from the politics and intrigue of the court. One day, as Amara was tending to her herb garden, she heard a faint cry for help. She followed the sound to a nearby clearing, where she found a young man lying on the ground, surrounded by a group of bandits. Amara was furious. How dare these bandits attack someone so vulnerable! She summoned a gust of wind that sent the bandits flying, then knelt down to see if the young man was okay. He was badly bruised and had a deep cut on his arm, but he was conscious. "Thank you for saving me," he said, grasping Amara's hand. "I am eternally grateful." Amara helped the young man to his feet and led him back to her cottage, where she cleaned and bandaged his wounds. As she worked, he told her his story. He was a traveling merchant, on his way to deliver a valuable cargo to the kingdom. The bandits had ambushed him and taken everything he had, including his horse and wagon. Amara was touched by the young man's plight and decided to help him. She gave him some food and water, then sent him on his way with a fresh horse and a new wagon. "I'll take care of the bandits," she told him with a wink. And with that, Amara set off into the forest, her mind already racing with plans for revenge. She tracked down the bandits to their camp and, using her magic, dispatched them with ease. She retrieved the young man's stolen goods and returned them to him, along with a generous reward for his troubles. The young man was overjoyed and thanked Amara profusely. "I don't know how I can ever repay you," he said. Amara simply smiled and said, "You already have. Seeing the joy on your face is payment enough." And with that, Amara bid the young man farewell and returned to her cottage, grateful for the chance to help someone in need. The end
By Krish4 years ago in Fiction
Backrooms Decrypted: Surviving The Matrix (Level 12)
Welcome back, Explorer. You look tired. And of course, we don't blame you. You've had a long journey through The Backrooms so far, and considering some of the terrifying things you've seen over the previous eleven levels, who could blame you for losing sleep, there aren't many places in this frightening dimension where you can comfortably take the weight off your feet and just relax. Do you think you're any safer here, well, let's find out? Welcome to Level 12, Explorer. We hope you enjoy your stay. As you enter the level, you notice how different it seems from so many of the others. In many cases, levels of the Backrooms have been defined by their dizzying expansiveness. An office block that goes on for eternity. The endless, winding streets of a city that feels more procedurally generated than constructed by human hands. A field, misty and desolate, goes on and on and on and on. But that's not this level. It's a white room, not especially large or small. The gleaming paint job on the wall almost induces a kind of snow blindness. It's an unnatural level of crispness and clarity, like walking into some surreal screen saver. There's a door on the far wall, but strangely, you notice that there isn't a door behind you. Don't worry; you're too well versed in the ways of the Backrooms to be bothered by the logical inconsistency of that. You're instead focused on the chair and table sitting in the center of the room - as though you're preparing for a job interview, and your interviewer just happened to be late.
By Info4 years ago in Fiction
Withstand the Ridiculous
The Delaware Historical Connection had an idea. They wanted to see if there was an individual who knew the most about the state of Delaware. New Sweden University student Hollis Varner fit such a description. His skin looked black as tar but it was like the tar was on fire in his head. He wore a blue blazer with a red t-shirt and blue jeans and white sneakers. He looked like any other college kid but was still different. A mind afire with ideas and notions to succeed, he had majored in History and specialized in what happened in the Diamond State.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Mine
The room darkens as she begins to collapse and I catch her falling into my arms. I know this feeling. I knew it was coming sooner or later. I know it’s the end. It's the last moment, the only moment, the one second that I wanted for so long.
By Isabella Walker4 years ago in Fiction
Zhane & Vitani Chapter 6
Vitani and Kimiko were at lunch anxiously awaiting the spaghetti the cafeteria serves every Thursday. Ooh, my mouth is watering right now, said Kimiko.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Legend of the Laughing Doughnuts
The streets were deserted, save for the faint sound of laughter emanating from the dimly lit bakery on the corner. It was a strange sound, one that seemed to curl and twist like the dough itself, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. Despite the eerie atmosphere, people couldn't resist the allure of the perfectly round, sugar-coated treats. They came from far and wide, drawn by the promise of something sweet and satisfying.
By James Green4 years ago in Fiction
Script Love Part 5
You're invited! Invitation delivered to Ray's home Special Delivery Ray opened the letter and couldn't believe his eyes. He rubbed his head, stepped back, and sat on the couch because he couldn't believe his sights on what he was reading and seeing. "I thought... How did she track me?", Ray said in a low nervous tone. He began reading the contents of the letter which came with some sort of postcard like a flier.
By Wil McMurran4 years ago in Fiction