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Jonah Jameson Laugh

I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him. Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that. The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people. I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing. All in all, they were ignoring me. Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker. Though, I shouldn’t have done that. One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage. But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all. Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended. Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway. That was my dying wish. Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out… There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!!
KhyaaL · 7.7K Views

They're Not Like Us

In a world shattered by humanity's own ambition, survival comes at a cost. Decades ago, experiments to create bioengineered soldiers spiraled out of control, fusing alien DNA with human genetics. The result was The Others—monstrous beings that decimated the human population, driving the survivors into hiding. Leah Carter is one of those survivors, struggling to find her place in a fractured group that includes Elias, her unwavering ally; Thompson, a man haunted by the past; Jonah, whose fear breeds mistrust; and Maren, whose quiet strength hides a mysterious past. When a revelation about The Others' origins emerges, Leah discovers a disturbing connection to the creatures—one that could either save humanity or doom it. As the group searches for a long-abandoned military research facility rumored to hold the key to defeating The Others, Leah faces a growing divide within her team. Jonah’s suspicion and the group's unease threaten to tear them apart just when they need each other most. Amidst the chaos, Leah uncovers a shocking ability to communicate with The Others, forcing her to confront the possibility that she may be more connected to the enemy than she ever imagined. With the weight of humanity’s survival on her shoulders, Leah must navigate betrayal, fear, and her own inner turmoil. Can she and her group uncover the truth and find a way to fight back against The Others before it’s too late? Or will humanity’s final hope crumble under the weight of secrets and mistrust? "They Are Not Like Us" is a gripping apocalyptic thriller that explores the fragile bonds of trust, the cost of survival, and the enduring question: What makes us human?
Stacy_Ihemelandu · 2.7K Views

A Black Umbrella and White Feather

Huel lived in a world of cheesy romance novels and quiet reality. Deaf since childhood, he wore headphones not for music, but to avoid conversations he couldn’t hear. He carried a black umbrella everywhere—rain or shine—and spent every afternoon on the same park bench by the lake, watching people’s unspoken stories: a smile here, a tear there, hands clasped tight. One day, as Huel scribbled ideas for his latest story (*The Pirate’s Secret Pickle*), a loud, melodic laugh cut through his silence. He looked up. A snowy-white bird sat on a branch above him, chirping what sounded like… *giggles*. Before Huel could react, the bird hopped down—and transformed into a man. A *very* handsome man, with silver hair and a grin that sparkled. “Got you!” the man said, snatching Huel’s umbrella. His voice was clear, like bells. “I’ve been watching you ignore the world. Why?” Huel froze. He’d never heard a voice so vividly before. “H-How…?” The man tapped Huel’s headphones. “Magic. And I’m bored. You’re interesting.” He leaned closer, trapping Huel against the bench. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll give you the *best* romance plot of your life… if you let me be your boyfriend.” Huel’s face turned red. “Why?!” The man winked. “Because you’re the first human who noticed my laugh.” He tossed the umbrella into the air, and it turned into a flock of butterflies. “So? Deal?” ---
Sweet_SourKiwi · 329 Views
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