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Just Killing Time. Honorable Mention in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
Bertie slid his wristwatch off and set it on the dinner table. It had stopped working again. He’d already replaced the battery and it had resumed its faithful ticking for a week. But now it had gone silent once more.
By D.K. Shepardabout 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
🌀 The Day Gravity Took a Vacation. AI-Generated.
📌 When the World Turned Upside Down Most days, gravity is something we take for granted. It holds us down, keeps our coffee in our mugs, and ensures that we don’t drift into the stratosphere while tying our shoelaces. But what if, for just one day, gravity decided it had had enough? What if, without warning, it simply… quit?
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıranabout a year ago in Humor
The Spring Day
The brisk air filled my lungs when I opened the door to check the weather, a sharp contrast from the warmth of my home. The early morning and its bitter glory, a spring symphony of chill and an awakening to another day. I had to zipper my jacket around just to leave, to fight against the biting cold. My cushioned water bottle and lunch were tucked under my arm, their weight a reminder of the drive and the day ahead. As I went to set the alarm, the metallic click echoed in the stillness. I quickly looked to ensure everything was ready as I left my wallet in my room without the familiar bulge of reassurance. I was so sure that I left my room with everything I needed to go to work. My rapid move upstairs just to get to my wallet, then back down to finally leave, I went for my keys. They were also not in my pocket either, so I placed everything back down to recover them. Finally, I had everything I needed to leave and set the alarm. It announces in the most annoying voice, but at least it protects the house when I am gone.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Humor
Immersive Art
Unlocking my front door, I entered my apartment and slammed the door as hard as I could. I was sent home early from work because I was placed on administrative leave for the third time this year, and it was only March. Well, at least it was still with pay, but one more infraction for whatever reason this quarter, and human resources told me they’d have to terminate my employment. To say I was pissed was an understatement, though.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Humor
Goose Games. Honorable Mention in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
It had been a long week. A long week at the end of a long month. Eighty percent of Marc's paycheck had been dumped into bills, gas, and groceries. The boss was crawling up his ass over a shipment of lawn flamingos that hadn't arrived at its destination on time. (How urgent could lawn flamingos be? Apparently very.) The cherry on top of the shit sundae was that he had failed to compliment Zach's new haircut with the requisite enthusiasm the other day. A grave sin which he would not soon hear the end of. Marc checked his bank account. Two hundred bucks with four pending charges. By his calculations that gave him about sixty to screw around with. But what to do? Sixty was enough for a nice dinner and a couple of drinks, but he didn't really feel like trying to placate Zach with a date. Especially after he'd stirred up an attitude tsunami over something so stupid. You want a genuine compliment? Maybe don't pay three hundred bucks to shave a portrait of Mao Zedong smoking a blunt onto the side of your head. Sixty dollars could get him thoroughly wasted and purchase a burger, but Marc didn't like the sound of spending Saturday in recovery. What he was really craving was comfort. Nostalgia.
By Daniel Bradburyabout a year ago in Humor
Learning with laugh and Humor
Laughter is one the things that will keep my soul and spirit alive and happy as much as possible everyday and night. I always love to have an adventure with joyful, excitement, and laughter. I also love an something is making me laugh even when I’m feeling down. This is quite challenging for me by making a humor story. It was also surreal, unique, and mysterious about what are my comical adventures from birth to thirty-six.
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Humor






