Irony
"The Misplaced Key"
"The Misplaced Key" The old house at the end of Maple Street had long been a favorite of Marissa's. Stories of the past were whispered by the attractiveness of its ivy-clad windows and ancient stone walls. For as long as Marissa could remember, her grandma, Eleanor, had resided in this home. The house, however, was now deserted. The future of the mansion seems dubious after Eleanor's death a few months ago.
By Rajoan Islam11 months ago in Humor
Catching Language
Evelyn works primarily on the third floor that has grey walls and she runs the necessary items up to her boss. She picks the perfectly manicured laundry and strolls to the elevator. When she arrives at the fifth floor, she is greeted with bright orange walls. She presses the bell on the white empty desk.
By Lisa Pulliam11 months ago in Humor
Sundials and Eggtimers
To the readers. This story was indeed a challenge. The writing style is complicated and with an infusion of absurdity, unexpected humor, and twist, this one got my *hit in a knot. So yes, there is mild swearing and general confusion. But it's how we learn and Improve our writing. Writing is an art, an abstract art, and will convey several interpretations for the reader, peers and judges. Thanks for making this opportunity available for my attempt at finishing before the cut off.
By Vinn Black11 months ago in Humor
Mother Combs' Garden
One day early last summer, I went outside and worked in my garden, listening to the classic rock station on the radio. Busy pulling weeds and tilling the soil for new summer plants to be put in beds I was soaking up the gentle sun. The weather was beautiful that day, as I remember, and I was eager to prepare the garden for a party that weekend. I was really into the music, singing along where I knew the words, and humming where I didn’t. I didn’t hear the tiny voice behind me.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Humor
Another Day at the Office
My ears were ringing by the time I made it to lunch. Cell phone on mute I made it to the local diner with just barely my sanity. Taking a booth I glance at the menu knowing the exact lunch special I’m going to order, with a small glass of wine to ease my nerves.
By Aissa Martell11 months ago in Humor
The Adventures of Ice Cream Man
Have you ever had a lick of ice cream that changed your life?--because I have. I was walking through the park one hot, sunny day when I came across an ice cream stand. I asked the clerk for a chocolate-vanilla swirl on a Belgian waffle cone. Everything changed when I took that first tongue-full. The cold hit me with a brain freeze going eighty miles an hour. I sat down as the world around me swam.
By Callum Summers11 months ago in Humor
🧠The Day Everyone Could Hear Each Other’s Thoughts. AI-Generated.
📌 What If Thoughts Were No Longer Private? Imagine waking up and being able to hear everyone’s inner voice. Not their spoken words, but their real, uncensored, unfiltered thoughts.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran11 months ago in Humor
