Satire

Between Light and Shadow
Do you mean like the shade of a tree where people huddle under during a scorching day to find relief? Or something less tangible but more potent and sacred, like the line dividing right and wrong?
By Amethyst Champagne3 years ago in Fiction
Queen Ingrid & Toe Fright
The Queen envisioned herself in a cottage crafting teas, potions, ointments and poetry. A sizzling cauldron or two and a dozen feline visitors everyday. Alas fate had other ideas. Instead she was surrounded by noblemen (who may or may not be plotting to kill her), servants, entertainers and pampered friends and family.
By Chloe Gilholy3 years ago in Fiction
The Heart on the Train. Top Story - October 2023.
It all started when I was sitting next to a man in a blue uniform wearing gloves and a face mask on a train. He was holding a medium sized ice box, white on top and blue on the bottom.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers Across The Water
Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled alongside a tranquil river, there stood a towering oak tree. This tree, wise and ancient, bore witness to the comings and goings of generations. It held a secret known to none but itself: the ability to understand the language of fish.
By Alpha the great 3 years ago in Fiction
Medical Report: J. & J.
Note: This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Lost in a Story Challenge You see a lot of horrible things on the night shift – stabbings, burn victims, all those ‘accidents’ with vegetables – but even for me this was a new one.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
"Midnight Pursuit"
Chapter 1: The Heist The moon hung low over the city of San Francisco, casting long shadows over the towering skyscrapers. In the heart of the financial district, a daring heist was in progress. A group of sophisticated thieves, led by the enigmatic and strikingly beautiful Emily, had infiltrated the heavily fortified Luxor Diamond Exchange.
By Agugharam David3 years ago in Fiction
The External Mystery: Why Nobody Knows When They Will Die
In a quiet corner of the world, there existed a small town named Veridian, where an unusual phenomenon puzzled its residents for generations. It was a mystery that had become a part of their daily lives, a mystery that had no easy answer: Why did nobody in Veridian know when they would die?
By Alpha the great 3 years ago in Fiction
The First Writer
He sat and thought, though he didn't know he was thinking. The meat was slowly roasting over what they would later call “fire” as he and the others sat and thought, though they didn't know it, either. Slapping at the small creature that was crawling in his beard, he knocked it to the floor of the cave. He had learned that the front end could hurt him, so he picked it up by the the other end, contemplated it for a moment, then popped it into his mouth and bit down. Immediately, his gag reflex told him that had been a mistake and he spat it back into his hand.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
Canine Convos
Today, the female alpha was praising me for my ability to alert her to the sound of another dog barking so far away, that her feeble human ears could not hear. After I relayed the message to her of the passing stray dogs 3 clicks to the south, she patted my head and said:
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Fiction
BOYS SERIES
Let us see the first season and episode two Billy and Hughie evade the police and take Translucent’s body with them, stuffing it into the storage compartment of their vehicle. They are shocked to discover that Translucent isn’t dead, but they’re still in that state of mind. Hughie needs Translucent to let him go, but Billy can convince him otherwise, saying that he will never seek revenge for Robin in any way.
By DEVASENAN SUBRAMANI3 years ago in Fiction
DisGRUNTled
This story is part of the Vocal + Assist on Facebook Lost in a Story Challenge. You can learn more about it here: Oh, sure! Cheer for the runt that got saved! Saved by a SPIDER, of all things! Some words a human “saw” spelled out in a web? Puh-leeez! Probably imagined it. They imagine all sorts of things.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Fiction
The Porcelain Village . Content Warning.
"My clay hands are transforming into solid porcelain. I've always had the hands of a potter, shaped by the craft. The constant contact with wet clay dries and roughens my skin, and the clay paste leaves it red and cracked.
By faisal khan3 years ago in Fiction