Humor
Echoes of Resistance
The streets of Bristol were alive that day, though not with the usual hum of buses and chatter, but with the heavy pulse of voices that demanded to be heard. I had not intended to join the protest—I came to observe, to write, to bear witness—but once I stepped into the swell of people, the energy was impossible to ignore. The banners waved above heads, each one a story, a demand, a prayer. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt mixed with the faint tang of chalk from hastily scrawled messages, leaving the air electric.
By imtiazalam21 days ago in Fiction
Frisson. Content Warning.
I feel a smidge retarded up there, whirling upside down by the skin of my thighs. I like the outfit though. The leather feels good— it's a tactile thing. The chains on it feel cold and crisp when I snap it on. I feel like the Batman of sadomasochism.
By Noah Husband23 days ago in Fiction
We Set a Place for Her Out of Habit
On the first Sunday after the funeral, my mother set out five plates instead of four. She did it the way she did everything in the kitchen—without flourish, without apology, as if the act were too ordinary to notice. The roast came out of the oven. The green beans steamed in their bowl. The good napkins, still faintly smelling of starch, were folded into rectangles and laid beside the forks.
By Edward Smith24 days ago in Fiction
Low Hanging Fruit. Runner-Up in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
The dead man hung over the boardroom table. The hangman’s noose affixed to the ceiling rafter was well tied so his shoes just barely hovered above the table and his body lazily swayed back and forth, never fully coming to a complete rest.
By Adam Kolozetti25 days ago in Fiction
There’s a Cow in the Room. Honorable Mention in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
Brian was attending the wake of his work colleague, Barry Rajacostellino. He never really liked the guy that much, although he had sat next to him at work for the last four years. Four years of putting up with garlic breath and his constant snorts instead of just blowing his nose.
By Calvin London26 days ago in Fiction
Happy Birthday To Me 5th March Top Story
Here’s to tomorrow. My birthday. March 5th. Another year older, another year alive, another year of stories, laughter, chaos, and love. I love my family, the ones who make the noise bearable, the hugs unforgettable, the memories sticky like honey on your fingers.
By George’s Girl 2026 26 days ago in Fiction
