Humor

1960’s Out Side Loo
How often do we take for granted the comfort of the things we have in 2020? I remember my childhood and visiting my aunty and uncles with my Mam. I also have memories of living with my granddad in an old two-bedroom terraced house, the worst memory being the outside toilet (the loo to the younger readers). In some places we would visit, Mum would tell me beforehand, “Don't ask to go to the toilet; it's bloody filthy in there. You will catch something.”
By Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Fiction
Cause We're on Top of The World, Dude
“We are the world, dude. Everything around us is just us on the outside.” “What?” “Like the trees dude, they’re just us but like stick figures with bushy-ass hair”
By Oneg In The Arctic13 days ago in Fiction
"Fly Me to the Moon Maybe". Content Warning.
“T minus twelve seconds and counting . . . eleven, ten, . . .” “Did you ever wonder why they count all those numbers before a launch?”
By John Oliver Smith13 days ago in Fiction
Silence is Golden. Top Story - January 2026.
"Dad?" "Dad? Are you.. ..there? "Daaaad?? Where are you??" "I'm right here, Bill. Didn't I say I'd be right back?"
By Mack D. Ames13 days ago in Fiction
The Morning Walk
“Did you see the sunrise today?” “Not really. I was half asleep.” “It was golden. Made me think we should get out earlier.”
By Sound and Spirit14 days ago in Fiction
The Last Seat Was Never Empty. He Just Couldn’t See Who Sat There.
Every night at 11:40 p.m., Bus 27 followed the same tired route through the sleeping city. The streets were quieter at that hour, lit by flickering streetlamps and the glow of closed shop signs. For Samuel Reed, a bus driver for twenty-seven years, the silence was familiar. Comforting, even.
By Waqid Ali 14 days ago in Fiction
We Brought Mark Anyway
The problem wasn’t the security system. The problem was that everyone involved believed they were the smartest person in the room, and statistically, that could not be true.
By Courtney Jones14 days ago in Fiction
The Case of the Missing Ring
It was an average Moonday. My mead was hitting me in the right spot as the elvish weed propped me up and forced me to consider the day ahead. I had a feeling in my guts that there would be a very serious disturbance to my day, like two orcs fighting over who gets to eat a dwarf, or whatever those thugs like to chow on. I was in no mood for big surprises, but I also wanted to pay my rent for the month. You can only have so many elves wondering if the loves of their lives are cheating on them before you develop a rep as the bearer of bad parchment. No one really wants the truth...but they want the things they lost to get found, even if it's from a hobbit on his last drop of mead.
By Kendall Defoe 14 days ago in Fiction
Reverse Psychology Won't Help
“Terrance, this is not right. Let me help you.” “Help me how? I don’t need your help. I know exactly what I’m doing.” “You don’t.”
By Andrea Corwin 14 days ago in Fiction
We’re All Mad Here. Content Warning.
“Powerful and devastating are the two words that came to mind.” ”Ah, ya flatter me. This one is literal emotional vomit on the page. Took all of ten minutes to write.”
By Harper Lewis14 days ago in Fiction
The Name He Would Not Say
“Do you want to start where you usually start or where it hurts today.” “It all hurts. I just pick the one that hurts loudest.”
By Sound and Spirit14 days ago in Fiction
Super Josh
The bus hurdled faster toward the cliff. Super Josh flew in and removed the engine. He set it down in a field and all the kids cheered. The bus driver Mike patted Super Josh on the shoulder.
By DJ Robbins15 days ago in Fiction