Humor
State Fostered Complexitivity and Lovecraftianism Among the Masses Has Brought Us to the Brink of Disaster
When the project was completed, and what we had been working on was finally revealed to the world the reaction was swift. Moral outrage, anger, and fear. It was the most complex system ever created by man, yet it's primary function remained a mystery. The machine was so complex that it was impossible to explain what it was or how it worked to the intentionally under educated masses. The state propaganda machine had been emphasizing the importance of Occam's razor their entire lives. Part of the people's moral code was based on it, therefore that which was complex was viewed as morally inferior and less desirable then that which was simple. Moreover, the masses had been taught that the the state was omniscient. A thing which was unknown, was a cause to be very afraid. The state knew that the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind was fear, and that the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. They had used that knowledge to great effect, but now it threatened the very existence of the state itself. We had to destroy it, the machine we had built, before it could destroy us. On September 26th, 2036 at 10:26 am a ten megaton thermonuclear warhead was launched from an orbiting satelite and exploded at a height of 1 mile directly above the project site, incinerating the machine and everything else within a 100mile radius.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
Samuel L. Raccoon
With the meanderings of the human species, ever so often a person or a group of people or some exclusive gathering finds a piece of the puzzle that, unbeknownst to them, should’ve remained undiscovered. Heretofore, the archives of mankind filled with book upon book of new and exciting discoveries, has up until now, only scrapped the surface of the yet-undiscovered truths of the unknown world beyond the tree line. Having laid aside all of one accepted understanding as to how the world should be, how people should act, how far people should be allowed to go, and how time deals with the opposition to the natural laws of nature, to find out that the laws of nature don’t really apply to all equally, can be disconcerting. It can be disconcerting in the animal world that parallels the human existence.
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Fiction
Shackabomble
Stephanie hurdled into the cinema. "My brother was in a car accident. He was driving and a meth head ran him off the road but the police thought it was his fault and he was arrested. Luckily someone saw the other driver smoking a pipe earlier and they let Jacob go." Everyone else in the group huddled around Stephanie, hugging and consoling her. Everyone except myself and Ricky. 10 years I'd been hearing her bullshit stories. She didn't even have a brother called Jacob. I'd lost count of how many siblings she'd invented over the years. 12 by my count. In a three bedroom house where her grandmother also lived (actually - not by her delusional mind). I was fucking done. All of these lies designed to make people feel sorry for her middle class life with a father, grandmother and actual brother who loved her. "Shackabomble," I said, quietly at first. Everyone stopped talking. "What?" Stephanie said uncertainly. "Shackabomble. Shackabomble. SHACKABOMBLE." I got progressively louder with each Shackabomble. She could see the anger in my eyes as I advanced upon her, sending our friends scattering. She stepped back with each of my steps. "Shackabomble, bitch," I demanded. "Okay," she conceded. "Dad had to drop Eugene [her actual brother] at soccer practice." Everyone stared between us. The power had shifted. Finally someone had called her out. Ricky, a family friend of Stephanie's who also knew the truth, grinned at me. At last. Someone had called her out. Check mate, fucker.
By Renessa Norton3 years ago in Fiction
Chafter
He had the best laugh she had ever heard. He was always such a thoughtful man; and he took in every word you said. Not like most, who listen to respond, he listened, and he heard you. More than that, he tried his best to understand it all, and help whenever he could.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
Joe-ism
Ashley never thought in a million years that hanging around her best friend and Vocal writer, Joe Patterson would come with consequences. Joe often joked that hanging around him too much would lead to what he referred to as “Joe-ism”. According to Joe himself, Joe-ism is when you unconsciously start mimicking the ways of Joe because you’ve soaked them up so much in his presence. Ashley was sure it wasn’t going to happen to her.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Vocalstaffitis
I did not get my stories entered into the Vocal Writing Awards. Phlurking site wouldn't accept my 'Postal Code'. Thanks, HandsomeLouiiThePoet, for nominating me right from the start. I tried Lonzo, so sorry for the snafu. Thank you very much for the confidence which you placed in me. I really appreciate your kind thoughts and beautiful work on the poetry of life.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
