Sketches
I Left the Baby in Dimension X
There's a baby in the back of the glider, but it's not mine. Sure, she looks like my baby, but my baby never cries when we're cruising through the Kuiper belt. Quite the opposite. Cruising through the solar system's outer reaches is sometimes the only way I can get her to fall asleep.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Humor
How I Accidentally Became the Office Meme
By Nadeem Shah Let me start by saying this: I never intended to become the subject of an office-wide meme. I’m a normal guy. I drink my coffee, meet my deadlines, and generally try to avoid public humiliation. But fate, fluorescent lighting, and one very poorly placed power cord had other plans for me.
By Nadeem Shah 8 months ago in Humor
The Worst (Active) Creator On Vocal. Content Warning.
Introduction This is meant to be a bit of humour, and I am definitely not down, although it is something I am aware of. This is only true because of the number of stories, poems, articles and things that I publish, and this is what the statistics say.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Humor
The Ant Who Never Gave Up
It began with a picnic. The sun was warm, the breeze was soft, and the park was buzzing—literally. I had taken a break from my noisy city life to enjoy some peace, a sandwich, and a good book. But what caught my attention that day wasn't the story I was reading—it was the tiniest drama unfolding at my feet.
By Ahmad Malik10 months ago in Humor
A story about a girl's school life.
I am sharing a shocking incident from a few days ago. I got a tuition from the media. I got the number from the media and talked to the guardian and went to his house. The address and house number that the guardian gave me were all wrong. Later, he asked us to go to a place and wait. It is worth mentioning that since it was the first day, my mother and I went to the student's house for a demo class. I couldn't find the house because I gave the wrong house number. Finally, he asked me to stand in one place and then asked us to go to his house. Sorry to him, we felt drunk when he saw the guardian. Then he showed us a house that looked like an abandoned house and said that this was his house. At first, we didn't want to go. Then we politely agreed since the guardian had come to receive us. Then we went to his house. Since it was afternoon, it was completely dark when we entered his house. Somehow, I turned on the flash of my phone and went to his room. We couldn't understand what to do after seeing this situation. Later, we went to his room. I addressed the guardian as uncle and asked if his wife was at home. He replied that she was at home. Later, after seeing his wife, we sat in his room. I asked the guardian why he was there, but he didn't give me any answer. He told me that this was his own house. My My heart started to pound. Why would someone who has their own house give the wrong address? Does anyone forget their own house number? Later, he said that his mother lives in the house next door, but it seemed that no one lives in the house next door. The room they let him stay in seemed like no one had lived in the house for a long time. Because there was a musty smell in the house, like when no one is home for a long time. I asked where their child was, whom I would teach. Their child never came to see us. As time went on, I was taking the name of Allah, and I was saying, "May Allah not give us any trouble. If you have done good in life, please save us this time with His help." We didn't want to sit there any longer, just a little longer. Later, the guardian asked me to sit down. We said that we would come and talk another day. We would leave today. He started asking us if anyone knew that we had come here. My mother and I said that my father was standing outside. And we are all from this area. We all know our I know. I have been talking to each other for a while. Their conversation and behavior are not helpful. I have not even seen my student. The student has not even come to see his new teacher once. Which is not usually the case. Even though I have been placed in a direct bed room, I have not seen the student or his books. Somehow, my mother and I have been going out for a while. I have been tutoring for about 6-7 years. Today is the first time I am studying in such a situation.
By Ratul Shrikh11 months ago in Humor
