Sarcasm
My Favorite Bottle
When I was six or seven years old, my mother, father, sister, brother and our neighbours went on a memorable trip. It was the first time I had witnessed a waterfall in real life, and I was left in wonder. It was so beautiful that (in my child brain) it was as if clouds were raining from the blue sky overhead. The waterfall was named Bopath Falls, and it was a place I would never forget.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Humor
To Blurb or Not to Blurb
From the dust jacket of this week's bestseller: One of the greatest novels of the past year, the author must be commended for his approach to the epic story of a boy, a girl and a sandwich during the Great War! - P. P. Simoleon, The Picayune Gazette
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Humor
The Great Avocado Uprising
Norman Blinksworth just wanted an avocado. That was all. A single, ripe avocado something that, in theory, should have been an uneventful purchase. But of course, Norman lived in a universe that had long abandoned logic in favour of chaos, and so this would become the day that the produce section finally snapped.
By The INFORMERabout a year ago in Humor
It Was Me Uncle Jim's Funeral, and I Nearly Died Laughing. Honorable Mention in Absurdist Awakening Challenge.
Me poor uncle Jim passed away the udder day, and I hopes he’s resting in peace up dere in heaven. But I knows dat, just sure as there’s shit in cat, as me ol’ mudder used to say, I’ll be going to hell in a handbasket. And dat’s anudder ting she used to say.
By Cathy holmesabout a year 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 Zeneliabout a year ago in Humor
The Cuban Tree Frog
The chimes sang their songs as the soft wind crept through the back porch. Another batch of summer rain was coming in soon, and the pines and oaks waved at the sky and pointed the way. More like summer, autumn, winter, and spring rains. We get a lot of rain. The wet season Florida had started earlier than usual after a short break, which meant the weeds would grow, the air would be harder to breathe, and those damned Cuban tree frogs would return.
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Humor
