Satire
Cancer Resignation. Content Warning.
Day 1 Walter woke up on Tuesday morning and knew he was running late. The sun was slanting in the window at a different angle, he could hear his wife downstairs in the kitchen, and a TV playing somewhere in the house. Looking over at his alarm, he saw it was 8 AM. Grabbing the clock, he chunked it to the wall, busting it. This was the third morning in a row that it hadn’t gone off at 6 when he had it set for.
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Fiction
Fame or Famine. Runner-Up in The Unhappy Ending Challenge.
Marco and Julia had twenty-three seconds left as world leaders until the next election cycle. Julia refreshed her screen when a text bubble chirped above her thumbnail: “The famine tested poorly. We pivoted to wartime.”
By Cali Loria7 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of Don Conrado Pt.7
A row of walkers, solemn looking, with dark umbrellas and briefcases — and a few with hats and rucksacks strapped to their backs — brushed past him, but he strode forward along the curved road where pools of water had settled from the earlier downpour. Further up the cobbled path, the facade of a shop stood out from amongst the others; it was home to a bustling coffee establishment. The light-blue colour of the facade, with wide and unobstructed glass windows, was rather inviting in this murky weather, so he pressed on towards it until he could read the bold letters just above the door. Directly before him, it was written out, boldly: NERO.
By Delusions of Grandeur 7 months ago in Fiction
Facets
The rotunda had no need for torches, such was the power of the light reflected off the crystal atop the Plinth at the rotunda’s center. Even Vistruvian’s shadow as he passed between the crystal and the bands of light coming down from the lantern windows did nothing to diminish the crystal’s aura.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Fiction
Putin and a Fortuneteller
Vladimir Putin called the most powerful and famous psychic and fortuneteller to his bunker. "I haven't been sleeping well lately. Wake up from nightmares where someone is hunting me but I can't see who. Can you tell me who that is?" Putin asked.
By Lana V Lynx7 months ago in Fiction
Midnight Bus
The bus doors opened with a long metallic sigh, even though no one had pressed the stop button. For a moment, I stood on the empty sidewalk wondering if I had imagined it. The streetlights flickered softly above me, and the road stretched into darkness like an unanswered question. I had been waiting for nearly thirty minutes, and the city around me had already fallen asleep.
By Vocal Member 7 months ago in Fiction
