Irony
🍕The pizza delivery mystery👀 . Top Story - March 2025.
"There is someone at the front door". Alexa announced in her proper, preppy English voice. Now Dad had just installed a doorbell camera/Alexa informing/bell identification system so one could know when someone comes to the door as no one can hear said bell from way upstairs; thing-a-ma-jig. I don't know much about such things as you can clearly fathom here.
By Antoni De'Leon11 months ago in Humor
Let Me Out
It’s finally Friday! After a full day of teaching, it feels like my energy has been drained. So, I decided to do something for myself—give myself a little gift, just like I do for my students. Maybe it’ll cheer me up. I jumped into my car, buckled up, and got ready for my next adventure to the store. Strangely, my face wasn’t smiling. It was serious, as if this were a routine every single Friday. Or maybe it was! Was I shopping last Friday too? I can’t quite remember. Well, after thirty, everything changes—that’s what they say, right?
By Ina Zeneli11 months ago in Humor
On My Way Home
Hello. My name is Zack Norman. This is my first time coming to one of these conventions. You may recognize me as one of the people standing outside making fun of you. But there was an event in my life that forced me to change sides. Let me tell you all about it.
By David E. Perry11 months ago in Humor
When Integers Attack. Honorable Mention in Absurdist Awakening Challenge. Top Story - March 2025.
The dreaded SAT starts promptly at 8:30 am in the morning. Too damn early if you ask me. Getting a good score is the only way of getting a scholarship into a decent college (unless you get a B-list actress to pay someone to take the test for you). Ninety of us are packed in like herrings, nine neat rows, entering demographic information in case universities want to contact us directly. Lots of codes and crap to enter: student ID, school, room number, blood type, next of kin, my car’s VIN.
By Barb Dukeman11 months ago in Humor
Mom's Great Beyond Resort
The scent of tropical flowers and the soft rustle of palm leaves filled the air as I found myself again in a dream that felt suspiciously real. The golden sand beneath my feet felt warm, and the waves hummed a soft, hypnotic tune. Then, as I turned, there she was—my mother, standing before me with an impish grin and the unmistakable twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
By Anthony Chan12 months ago in Humor








