Humor

Soup for the masses. Top Story - September 2024.
“Listen, partner, making soup is the easiest thing in the world.” “That’s true, partner, but why make soup when someone else can make it for you?
By Raymond G Taylor26 days ago in Fiction
Trick Or Treat
Geneva smiled as she inhaled the heavy scent of lavender and eucalyptus floating through her living room. As the senior massage therapist at Serendipity Spa, she was used to spending fifty hours a week kneading out the knotted shoulders of stressed out people. Most recently, her schedule had been overflowing with an endless flow of Valentine's Day couples.
By Sara Wilson26 days ago in Fiction
Really?
There used to be ten months in the years then the Romans introduced two more, although really we should thirteen twenty eight and a bit day months to properly correspond with lunar cycles.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 27 days ago in Fiction
The Pear Tree
The Pear Tree It was August 15th; beautiful and bright outside. The summer of 2030 is when I received my powers from mother earth. Yes, powers; I know it sounds crazy but it’s true. It all happened in Clarksburg, California under a beautiful pear tree. I was waiting for a friend who owned a farm around that way. I took one of the pears off of the tree; I was hungry and he was taking way too long. I bit into the sweet, juicy pear; as I am chewing I taste the ripeness even stronger. My eyes start watering; as I’m basically crying, my eyes get puffy and swollen. My lips got big and red as if my throat was swelling up. Yup, I’m allergic to pears; I guessed. William, my friend, finally comes outside. As he is running to me I fall on the ground and I start to have a seizure. As I’m foaming out the mouth, my friend William proceeds to put me on my side and he calls the ambulance while he is holding me.
By Nala28 days ago in Fiction
Home James. Content Warning.
"Home, James." "Sir, I cannot take you in your present condition of intoxication." "I am not intokshic..c..ca... Intox... I am not drunk."
By Raymond G Taylor29 days ago in Fiction
Some Changes
Emperor Trump announces a few changes. He has officially got a lake named after him, not Lake Ontario but Lake Inferior. He has now made the fictional character Donald Duck, resemble him more. For the last change-he claims credit for eliminating autism by no longer testing for it. Changes take affect immediately.
By Sid Aaron Hirjiabout a month ago in Fiction
Say the Line.
Luda and Gianni, somewhere they really shouldn’t be... ... Say the line. No. Say the line. But why? So we can all go home.
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Fiction
Last Call for Mars
“Last call for Generalissimo Elon Musk. The rocket departs in two minutes! Last call for Generalissimo Elon Musk.” Elon heard the announcement from the interplanetary rocket, which made him curl up into a fetal position on a bench at the very edge of the spectators’ bleachers at Cape Canaveral. He’d thought there was no better place to hide than in a crowd of enthusiastic humans eager to send him to Mars. Upon the announcement, Elon’s whole life was flashing in front of him in his memories.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
When The Bell Sounds. Content Warning.
Everyone knows the saying. Not everyone pays attention, though. So when Eve moved into the town of Ashveil Hollow three weeks before Halloween, she didn't think anything of it when the flyers and notices started showing up— signs nailed to the door of the old church no one really went to anymore.
By Chel Writesabout a month ago in Fiction
Rapture. Top Story - September 2026.
It was the last day before the end of the world, and Peter had a headache. The Rapture- though it sounded cool in practice, all the do-gooders beamed up at once- was a logistical nightmare.
By Raistlin Allenabout a month ago in Fiction
Waiting...
Gork and Slarb, who had not yet become beloved among the Gitfangula – that happened much later and in a better story – were about to receive a very exciting assignment. The psychic projection hit them both in their neural feeds while they were trying to smuggle food objects over the border and pay back a former acquaintance. It sounded very urgent and possibly lucrative:
By Kendall Defoe about a month ago in Fiction
Tea with Friends
Note: the prompt for this Challenge was the following lyric from The Doors: Women seem wicked when you're unwanted I have heard this particular line many times, and I still think it is one of their best songs ( 'People Are Strange' ). And I think a drabble is in order.
By Kendall Defoe about a month ago in Fiction