Humor

Immortality Pill Failure
Putin woke up after the injection, looked in the mirror, and dialed a number in panic, "Masha, I don't think this immortality pill works the way it's supposed to! Are you sure about the dosage?"
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
Move
Old soul, I’m really worried. What happens when an old soul disappears? That’s a good question young soul. Nobody knows for sure but many of us believe very strongly they move on to another stage of existence called life.
By Nick Westermanabout a month ago in Fiction
PACO Calling TACO - 8
"Hello, Donald?" "Yes, Vladimir? We are on full-name basis again?" "Yes, I'm so mad at you!" "Why, Vladimir? What did I do?"
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
Peanut Butter Sandwiches
“I know that there was a big church here?” “Used to be?” “Yes, used to be, before…” “Yea, before… come on let’s keep moving, it’s starting to get dark.”
By Raine Fielderabout a month ago in Fiction
Everyone Is Immortal
Intoduction This is for Lana V Lynx's "Immortality, Granted!" Challenge, which you can check out here: These are the opening lines:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Fiction
Per My Last Breakdown
“Don’t touch that, Mark.” “I’m touching it.” “Of course you are.” “You don’t own the copier, Claire.” “I own the consequences of you touching the copier.”
By Annieabout a month ago in Fiction
A Practical Instruction for Making Morning Coffee, with Notes on Survival
Objective To produce one cup of coffee sufficient to restore basic function, memory, and the illusion that today will be manageable. This schedule assumes ordinary equipment and an extraordinary level of dependence.
By Annieabout a month ago in Fiction
How to Maintain a Municipal Clock That No Longer Tells the Time
Purpose: This manual will guide you through the routine maintenance of a municipal clock that has ceased to measure hours and instead measures something less cooperative. Follow each instruction carefully. Deviations may result in nostalgia, minor civic unrest, or the quiet return of someone you thought had left for good.
By Annieabout a month ago in Fiction
(Chapter 2) While running a TRPG campaign as the DM with my friends, we suddenly got transported into the game world—becoming the very characters we had carefully designed, in a world whose entire setting was created by me!!!. Content Warning.
Chapter 2 Traveling along The Trade Way, this seemingly ordinary caravan concealed a dark undercurrent. The Caravan Master, a bald man named Garrick, ostensibly transported spices and silk from the south. However, the carriage reinforced with Ironwood and enchanted with a deceptive Anti-Magic Field—which was merely a shoddy silence ward—held the true cargo: freeborn maidens destined for the underground black markets of Skullport in Tidegate.
By Rikah Pan (Jeremiah)about a month ago in Fiction
(Chapter 1) While running a TRPG campaign as the DM with my friends, we suddenly got transported into the game world—becoming the very characters we had carefully designed, in a world whose entire setting was created by me!!!. Content Warning.
Chapter 1 It was a night thick with the mockery of fate, the air heavy with the artificial tang of cheap snacks and the sickly-sweet mist of bursting soda bubbles.
By Rikah Pan (Jeremiah)about a month ago in Fiction
Space Affairs
Part 1: The Talk Roman and Lisa were sitting in a bedroom. Its interior looked like a mix between a teenager’s heartfelt expression and an old wooden attic about to crumble every second now. They had agreed to come to this space, where they assumed no one would disturb them. After all, it wasn’t only forbidden to enter the room, it was also quite challenging to find it in the first place.
By Paul Finglabout a month ago in Fiction
Ego 1 — Love 0
The restaurant lighting cast a shadow over Solly’s worried brow. Biting her lip anxiously, she glanced around at the other diners to stop herself from checking her watch for the hundredth time! Soft melodic tones blended into the low hum of chatter, soothing her nerves a little, but not as much as her wine. The wine helped enormously!
By Chantal Christie Weissabout a month ago in Fiction