Satire

YOU
you're a walking ball of contradiction your thoughts grin through sharpened teeth you are two versions of what you're
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Fiction
Adam & Eve Origin Drabble
An Englishman, a Frenchman, and a Russian stand in a museum looking at a painting of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. The Englishman looks at the pair and says, "Look at their sadness and restraint. They must be British."
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Fiction
Storage Shed
You go to the shed for a table leaf. That’s it. That’s the entire mission. A simple retrieval operation. A three‑minute task. Something so basic it doesn’t even qualify as a chore. You’ve survived gate guard at 0300, CQ shifts that felt like psychological warfare, and the kind of family chaos that should earn hazard pay. A shed should not be a threat.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Fiction
Nothing to see here
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By Just a guy2 months ago in Fiction
Au revoir Dear Mary...
What a pleasure it's been working with you all these long, long, long and many years...DEAR MARY. We sure will miss the way you're always the first one in every morning...even though you don't drive your own car. You arrive early to organize everything just the way you like it... YES . We really appreciate you doing all that...FOR US!!!
By Novel Allen2 months ago in Fiction
Dear John Smith...
Link for the Challenge: Hey... Can you hear me? Good! Sorry that I have to do this this way. I'm not really welcome back there...yet. But I could not let my old Smithy down, right?
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Fiction
"You've Trained Me Well!"
I’d like to raise a glass to our retiring boss. Working for you taught me skills I never expected to acquire when I accepted this job: picking up dry cleaning, making dinner reservations, returning packages, buying last-minute gifts, and locating very specific items in distant stores.
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Fiction
Handbag Emptied
The handbag had fallen apart, and lipstick had melted and run on the white carpet. That's what happens when you buy something from a cheap market stall; it never lasts, especially when you put all that stuff in it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
Some Kind Of Crazy
It was a record hot summer that year Seemed everyday was a hundred or more The sun would rise blazing in a sky crystal clear
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Fiction
The Catch of the Day
15/09/2026 04h30 AZOT The alarm clock behind Seaman Second Class António Silva's head went off like a hand grenade at 04:30. Jolted out of a deep dreamless sleep, he sat bolt upright in his bunk on the NRP Francisco de Almeida.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 months ago in Fiction
Jagged Little Pills And Cinderella Illusions
you located the weakness and casually opened the door leaving everyone speechless, like you'd been here before standing there, in the doorway, you simply let yourself in
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Fiction
Who follows the leader?
The world is going to end soon, and nobody seems to care. Looking back there were so many choices to avoid it, but in the end, we brought our destruction upon ourselves. I have chosen to record this for whoever survives what comes. I hope it’s somebody that I still know, but even if it isn't… Well they’ll be able to take this to the others. To my wife, so she knows what happened to me. It's funny, but the world seems to be easier to navigate if you live under the understanding that everything can be organized into groups. I’ve noticed that there are two basic groups of human nature that everybody follows: Followers and Leaders. Now, I’ve always known that I fall under the category of follower rather than a leader, since making decisions for others, let alone myself is something that I find stressful at the best of times. Despite this, I have never thought of myself as a sheep. I am capable of thinking for myself, and should I choose to follow somebody, it would be somebody that would be thoughtful, caring, intelligent and who sought to genuinely better the world we live in today. 10 years ago there was somebody who many considered to be this way. They were all wrong. I don’t dare say his real name, even as I record this. There has long been a taboo, ever since he declared complete control of the media and security. Nowadays, if you even say his name, he can pinpoint your location in a matter of seconds. Now he goes by the title: “The Leader.” The man they call the leader first ran for presidency as what seemed to be a dare. I remember his announcement, and it surprised me. A big shot entertainer deciding to run for presidency wasn’t unheard of, but what was crazy was the amount of people who were genuinely being supportive of his announcement.
By Noah Feanny2 months ago in Fiction