Laughter
"The Missing Donuts Scandal"
"The Missing Donuts Scandal" It was a normal Thursday morning in Nutville, a little town. A slight wind blew over the streets, and the sun broke through the clouds to illuminate the charming tiny houses and businesses. However, there was a problem at the neighborhood bakery, "Sweet Sensations."
By Rajoan Islamabout a year ago in Humor
"The Great Prank War at Work"
"The Great Prank War at Work" It all began quite casually. Dan, an extremely serious accountant, was clicking at spreadsheets while seated at his desk. Even though the office was business casual, he was the type of guy who always wore a suit and had the energy of a sloth after a three-day snooze. For him, work was all about numbers, following the rules, and staying away from anything that could even be called "fun."
By Rajoan Islamabout a year ago in Humor
"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 Islamabout a year ago in Humor
Tom's Trojan Paste. Runner-Up in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
I switched toothpastes when the conspiracy theories finally got to me. Patty Lovarco, my seventh grade science teacher, was the first to warn me about the toxic effects of fluoride. Since then, I had done a bit of research, and searched my soul for an answer to the question: "Would my own government really do that to me?"
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year 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 Combsabout a year ago in Humor
Look out, here she comes
Will someone explain to me – in a way I can, maybe, understand – what AI involves? I'm too technologically challenged even to fathom the very concept...the possibilities. I'm probably more confused about this than I was when someone tried to explain how a facsimile (fax) machine worked back in the 1980s. I still don't understand completely. That’s a lie. I still don’t understand at all. It's fallen into the category of 'things I don't need to know'.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Humor
The Extraordinary Adventure of Mr. Clink and the Lost Sock
Mr. Clink awoke on an ordinary Tuesday morning, though he would later contend that it was no ordinary Tuesday at all. It began like any other day. His alarm clock, a tiny, slightly overweight rooster, squawked at 6:45 a.m. in a voice that could best be described as "angrily indifferent." It was a sound Mr. Clink had grown accustomed to. After all, he had no choice. The rooster had been his alarm clock for 37 years. Its only function in life was to wake him up, and, for reasons unknown to Mr. Clink, it did so with the flair of a Shakespearean tragedy.
By Latoria Hallabout a year ago in Humor
Death by Laundry
Once upon a time, in a land far far away (yet close enough that most mother's can relate), there was a young mother who had been sick for an entire week. During this week, she hadn't done any laundry - despite it being an item on her daily to do list.
By The Schizophrenic Momabout a year ago in Humor
