Satire

Ephemeral Echoes. Content Warning.
In the heart of a quaint town, nestled between rolling hills and whispering trees, lived a mysterious clockmaker named Elara. Rumors circulated that she possessed the power to turn back time with her enchanted timepieces.
By Nicstar DN3 years ago in Fiction
The Popcorn Party in the Microwave
Title: The Popcorn Party in the Microwave Once upon a time in the cozy kitchen of a little house, lived a curious and imaginative kid named Max. Max loved popcorn more than anything in the world. The mere thought of those fluff y, buttery puffs made his eyes sparkle with delight. However, what fascinated Max the most was the mysterious transformation that took place when he put those small, hard kernels into the magical microwave.
By ARTIST3 years ago in Fiction
Species. Content Warning.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The target was being inspected. "Chiseled chin, broad muscular shoulders, rippling biceps, and whoa mama! You did not skip leg day! That's good, most members of your sex tend to do that, but you chose not to neglect."
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
Fires of Friendship
The rapport between Okewu and myself, his lodger for the past six months, had long been hanging by a thread. Tensions escalated steadily, like a pot left on a simmer, until one fateful Tuesday afternoon when the pressure reached its boiling point.
By Okewu Emmanuel3 years ago in Fiction
The Other Side of the Solar System
I woke groggy and confused, momentarily forgetting where I was. The couch. Rubbing the bleariness from my eyes, I rose and stretched. Outside the wall sized window of my living room, the speckled lights of the vast metropolis painted me in their starlit glow. It was still dark, the never sleeping cityscape of Galactic Center bathed my living room in a calm indigo ambience.
By Dakota Rice3 years ago in Fiction
Crypteia
The air wrapped around our face as we descended through the darkness. The call of freedom, to it we harken our pace. To save ourselves from the final destruction. Of ourselves from their constructed narrative of destruction.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
Seeking Solace in the Sands
I sat in the bustling coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed java filling my senses. Sipping my coffee, I found myself lost in the world of my thoughts. I stared out the window, watching as people rushed by with purpose and direction. In the midst of this whirlwind, I couldn't help but feel restless, yearning for something more, something different.
By Feathermoon 3 years ago in Fiction
Restoring the temple
When the collapsing waves were no more supplanting my ears, I dragged myself right into a resting placement and damaged the King's red seal. I unraveled the parchment paper, checked out the very first sentence concerning fellow guardians being hostages, and after that, collapsed it in my clenched fist.
By Josh Ores3 years ago in Fiction
Mission Possible
In the vast expanse of the Nevada desert, where the relentless sun scorched the land, a clandestine mission unfolded under the guise of secrecy and danger. Agent Blake, a seasoned operative of the elusive covert agency, ARTEMIS, found himself embroiled in a high-stakes pursuit. His mission: to intercept a nefarious organization planning to unleash a bioweapon capable of unimaginable destruction. With every second counting, Blake embarked on a perilous journey, navigating a treacherous web of deceit and betrayal.
By Pam Zee3 years ago in Fiction
Lion and the mouse
a lion with a mouse There once was a lion that was in charge of the jungle. One day the lion slept beneath a tree after finishing his dinner.
By Francis Oriama3 years ago in Fiction
Adam and Eve
Here we are, being kicked out of our Garden home by some guy with wings that our Father sent, all because of Adam. That idiot then blamed everything on me, of course. He never could accept blame for his own mistakes.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of
In the celestial expanse of Ephemeral Skies, where time flowed like liquid silk and constellations whispered ancient secrets, there existed a realm untouched by mortal gaze. It was a place where ethereal clouds, aglow with the hues of forgotten dreams, painted the sky with stories written in stardust.
By Moses Mukuka3 years ago in Fiction