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Energetic Haircut: Form 47B. AI-Generated.
Alex hadn’t planned on a haircut. It was just a post-lunch wander. The village was quaint—cobblestone streets, flower boxes, the kind of place that smelled faintly of cheese and history. He was admiring an especially picturesque well when he noticed it: a small wooden door tucked between two pastel houses, painted with a swirling mandala logo. A sign in elegant lettering read:
By Stéphane Lallée2 years ago in Humor
The Special
The rain pelted the window as Sarah wiped the smudged coral lipstick from her chin and swigged more wine. She was in her underwear after an argument with the "effing" wardrobe. The clothes rebelled and took it upon themselves to be horrendously displeasing right before the date. She was wearing Hello Kitty briefs, which no man would ever see. She liked to think she had self-control but a failsafe was necessary. She fumbled frantically around a scabby handbag. A slightly smooched cigarette emerged that had probably been festering in there since 2014. She lit it with the bubble-gum scented candle on the dresser, as lighters were lost to time and many pub smoking areas. In a buzzed nicotine haze, she decided to wear a glittery silver dress and matching heels. It wasn't love at first sight but she didn’t want to rip it off and cry, a significant improvement from the last five outfits the mirror had seen. She grabbed a clean pair of knickers in case her failsafe failed, lipstick, a year-old toothbrush, an umbrella, and keys and clomped out the door. The restaurant was five minutes away but Sarah had never heard of it. It was empty, aligned with plastic tables and chairs, each tablecloth decorated with different farmyard animals. He was sat at the giddy goats, wearing an elegant lilac suit and a cheeky smile. The choice of location should have been odd but she was happy with anything, as long as the food was free, for her.
By Lauren Jane R2 years ago in Humor
The Silence Between Us. AI-Generated.
There is a space between people that words cannot fill. It’s not the kind of silence that comes from a lack of things to say, but the kind that lingers when the unsaid becomes too heavy to bear. It’s the silence between two people who once knew each other so well that words were almost unnecessary—and now, they are entirely insufficient.
By Muzammil Faraz2 years ago in Humor
My Favorite Bottle
When I was six or seven years old, my mother, father, sister, brother and our neighbours went on a memorable trip. It was the first time I had witnessed a waterfall in real life, and I was left in wonder. It was so beautiful that (in my child brain) it was as if clouds were raining from the blue sky overhead. The waterfall was named Bopath Falls, and it was a place I would never forget.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Humor
