Satire
Way to go, Zoh!. Content Warning.
Leaning her forehead against the cold, shiny windowpane, Zohra gazed longingly at the neighbor’s yard. Her favorite willow tree stood there, free. She sighed audibly. There was a moment—a pause—during which her grandfather stopped typing on his typewriter, and she sighed again, this time turning to him with the saddest face she could muster. Her lips quivered at the corners, her eyes downcast.
By Monica Theresaabout a year ago in Humor
It wasn't until I crapped my pants that I knew I was allergic to seafood.
It had been 4 years, 2 months and 6 days since I had gone on a date. Not because I went through a bad breakup and was wallowing in self-pity, but because I’d been so focused on my career that I had time for little else. I had moved my way up to project manager at a large marketing firm. I had an office filled with inspirational quotes, a fern in the corner that was half dead due to severe dehydration and a goldfish, Frank. Frank and I had been together for about 5 years. Even though there were occasions where a considerable amount of time had passed between feedings and water changes, Frank, the trooper, pulled through. Everything in my life seemed to be working out great and just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, I met Ramona.
By Christoph Wettyabout a year ago in Humor
Free Fiona the Sheep!. Top Story - March 2025.
A row has broken out over plans to rehome Britain’s loneliest sheep. The ewe, now named Fiona, was rescued after being stranded for more than two years at the foot of cliffs in the Scottish Highlands. But an animal rights group says plans to rehome her to Dalscone Farm near Dumfries would make her a “spectacle.” Fiona is now in hiding after activists turned up at Dalscone Farm— BBC News, 5th November 2023.
By Brendan Donaghyabout a year ago in Humor
RAINING CATS & DOGS
5.30am on a cold Winter’s morning, chores for the day to be completed. Flo sighed the moment she opened her bedroom curtains. The rain poured and Bailey, her old, fluffy Sheep dog had to be walked. Once dressed, flinging on any old sweater, she grabbed him, as he bounded for joy, even at his age, this dog still acted like a puppy. Who had this much energy at 5.30am on a Monday morning anyway?
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Humor
The Cuban Tree Frog
The chimes sang their songs as the soft wind crept through the back porch. Another batch of summer rain was coming in soon, and the pines and oaks waved at the sky and pointed the way. More like summer, autumn, winter, and spring rains. We get a lot of rain. The wet season Florida had started earlier than usual after a short break, which meant the weeds would grow, the air would be harder to breathe, and those damned Cuban tree frogs would return.
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Humor
LUCAS AND THE GREAT BROCCOLI BATTLE. AI-Generated.
Lucas never imagined that buying a liter of milk would turn into an odyssey. But everything changed the moment he stepped into the supermarket. The fluorescent lights flickered, the background music spiraled into a frantic waltz, and an empty shopping cart rolled towards him as if inviting him to climb in.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Humor
