Humor
The Last Train to Midnight
Arman had never liked train stations after dark. There was something unsettling about the way the lights flickered above empty benches and how announcements echoed through halls that held no one. Yet on that cold November evening, he found himself standing alone on Platform 7, staring at the digital board that displayed a single line: Last Train to Midnight — Delayed. He checked his watch. It was already 11:43 PM. The wind pushed cold air through the open tracks, carrying the faint metallic smell of rust and rain. He told himself he was overthinking. It was just another late train. Nothing more.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
The Doll in the Window
When Zara’s family moved into the old Victorian house on Elm Street, she didn’t notice the doll at first. It sat in the dusty attic window, a porcelain figure with glassy eyes, a cracked smile, and a faded pink dress. Her younger brother had insisted it was creepy, but Zara thought little of it. Dolls were just dolls, after all. That was before she began noticing subtle, unnerving changes.
By Sudais Zakwan2 days ago in Fiction
Oh My Gaaawd!!
💫🙏🤍 I don’t think of myself as a very religious person. I like to think of myself as a spiritual earthing, who can find something good and useful in every religion I’ve learned about. I believe there’s some truth to every story on the planet .. even if it’s just the source or idea that it evolved from. I’m going to share a true story of mine that I think most people will find something relatable in. It’s not well written, but it’s true and real and if it makes you smile or laugh, it makes me smile. 😃😂💫🙏🤍🕊️
By Dana Mary Colleen Campbell2 days ago in Fiction
The Clitoral Myth
“Welcome everyone, have a seat, have a seat. This is Introduction to Women’s Studies, if you are here for any other class you are in the wrong room. I am,” the professor paused and picked up a piece of chalk. He turned his back to the class and wrote his name in big block letters across the chalkboard.
By Amos Glade4 days ago in Fiction
How to Fuck Around. AI-Generated.
Language is alive, and slang is often where it grows the fastest. Among the many expressions that have emerged and evolved over the last decade, few have captured the imagination—or the eyebrows—of English speakers quite like the phrase “fuck around.” At first glance, it seems crude, irreverent, and downright offensive. But dig a little deeper, and you’ll find that it’s much more than a simple expletive; it’s a linguistic mirror reflecting modern culture, humor, and social dynamics.
By Ayesha Lashari6 days ago in Fiction
Evelyn Felix Gets a Prescription Filled. Content Warning.
It isn’t a complicated task. Evelyn just hasn’t done it before, which is… a good thing, probably. She is twenty-seven, an adult (apparently), so with her grocery list and prescription in hand, she enters the store.
By Polite Adjacent7 days ago in Fiction
No Crying Over Spilt Romance
Oh, you’re a hand-shaker? Well, nice to meet you. I’m Nancy, your narrator. Don’t worry, I know about narrative structure. I majored in English Literature (minored in Women’s Studies) then went on to do an MBA in Marketing, which is all about getting the story right.
By Rachel Robbins7 days ago in Fiction
