Satire

They Were Cast Aside
“We must unite together! We weren’t made to just hang out, shooting the breeze and looking pretty!” The leader roared like a drill sergeant.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Quixotic Life
"Felix, are you up? You don't want to be late." "I'm on my way" Everyday up at 6am. Today walking to the library to volunteer to read to the children. "chirp chirp" A baby bird lay on the sidewalk. "Oh no, okay I'll get you to the veterinary office. Your wing looks hurt." Stopping in to Mr. Chows veterinary practice isn't too far out of the way. It's cold inside and the bird visibly trembles. However, leaving it in the capable hands of the doctor is the right thing. Out the doors, a man sits on the sidewalk. A vagrant. the putrid smell of a rough life. "I know a place where you can get cleaned up and fed". The man, untrustingly looks back. Not seeing a way to refuse, accepts. Small talk is forced and passes uncomfortably until the mission. Mrs. Jamie is inside, ready to welcome all visitors. Farewells are administered before leaving. The warmth of the library hits him as the doors are forced open. The usual silence is disrupted by children coos and chatter. A single chair resides infront of the small group. A children's book lay to the side of the chair on a small side table. Even children's books take a reasonable amount of practice before reading. The pages feel smooth as new unread books feel. The parents quiet the children who become easily captivated by the story. Everything is running like clockwork. The end is finished with a small unassuming bow. Then, off to the pound for a local event to gain awareness and help for animals. The local news, as well as some of the larger publications will be there. Dog barks and cat meows ring in symphony with the birds. As the event gets going, hundreds come to champion the cause. Donations are collected like the hugs, given by the children, families have brought, in search of the pets they hope to adopt. A long day, worth every smile used as pats on the back for every do gooder. Five hours, a minor price to pay. Except for maybe the hunger that now talks through gurgles. The same path is now backtracked home, including an added stop to the sandwich shop. The counter has a jar for the children's hospital. A dollar and two coins are added. An audible clink that warrants a smile from the owner. Smiles, it's own currency. The gate is open to home. Explanations of the days events are retold before finding the seclusion of the bedroom. The calendar on the wall gets one more x added, marking the day done. One more day closer to admissions. "finally that shit is done. It's tiring being a good person. Hope it's enough.", He says to the calendar and mirror it resides next to. A spider drops from the ceiling disrupting the view of the goal. Luckily the pamphlet from the library and pound event are enough combined to roll up and kill the disgusting spider. "How do they even get in? We sprayed this month? Come on!
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
The Midnight Watch
In the quiet town of Meadowgrove, where time moved slowly, Emma found a pocket watch in her grandmother's dusty attic. The antique’s gold casing was tarnished, its hands frozen at midnight. Intrigued, she wound it up, and the hands began ticking, as if awakened from a long slumber.
By Alain SUPPINI2 years ago in Fiction
Peace in the Moment
"Come 'ere stud." Elenor took him by the hand and yanked him over. She didn't care what occurred around he. One of their children for some odd reason, had a turkey in the toilet. She'd deal with it later. All that mattered was her husband. As his wife, it was rare for them to have moments alone. It was either work, housework, or the kids driving her nuts. She was beyond frustrated at the lack of time with Pete. Closing in, she wrapped her arms around him. Their lips met with an electric sparking coarsing through her. Yes, she needed this more than anything.
By Crystal Neal2 years ago in Fiction
The ticking of the clock
The ticking of the clock is louder than it ought to be in a home much like this one. In the meanwhile, I am waiting for her at the kitchen table, where I am using my thumb to trace the grain of the wood. It is the third time this week that she has been tardy. There is always an excuse for my sister, Mara, whether it be traffic, a short-notice errand, or the fact that her dog ate her phone. In response to that last one, I can't help but chuckle as I picture her golden dog, Max, chewing on electrical boards. Coffee that has been burned and rain from the previous day combine to create a musty odor that clings to the drapes in the room. From the outside, the streetlamp is flickering, and the shadows that are thrown through the window are jagged.
By TheNaeth2 years ago in Fiction
Old lovers1
1 Li Jianxin had just seen off a client at the airport when, while waiting for his ride, he absentmindedly scrolled through his social media feed and stumbled upon a new post from Zhou Lisha.
By MU ZHENHAI2 years ago in Fiction
Love, Please Return
Love, Please Return Sometimes, love is about longing, suffering, and hope that will not give up. It is not always about happy endings. This is the real-life story of Rohan and Aisha, two souls who loved deeply but lost their way, only to realize that some hearts are meant to beat together, no matter how far they drift apart.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
Mall Chaos
This is chaotic. Trying my best to focus, I stood to the side. A dude who looked awfully similar to Abe Lincoln ran past me. It caused me to jump out of the way. “Holy shit, did you see that?!” I asked my best friend Jacob. He nodded. It was easy to tell he was overstimulated, like when he had to talk in front of the class. It was crazy. One of my friends waved us down near the skating rink. We passed by some crazy guy going nuts on a set of keyboards. The sound of messed/ up rock filled my ears. My friend covered his ears and yanked at my arm. Probably because I stopped. Rock was my favorite type of music. My parents often put on the classics like Kiss. Still, Jacob pulled me away. I could see my friends waving frantically and laughed. An old guy was on the ice, belly down and sliding. My eyes rolled at the sight. “You guys have better things to do than laugh at someone's grandpa?”
By Crystal Neal2 years ago in Fiction
Two Brothers at War in the Spiritual Kingdom of Chalice. AI-Generated.
In the heart of the Ethereal Veil, where the sky shimmered with threads of gold and shadow, lay the Spiritual Kingdom of Chalice. It was a realm beyond mortal sight, a plane of towering spires carved from crystal, rivers of liquid light, and gardens where the air sang with the voices of the departed. At its center stood the Chalice of Eons, a goblet forged from the first star’s dust, its bowl cradling a radiant flame that pulsed like a living heart. The Chalice was the kingdom’s soul, a vessel of divine will that bound the Ethereal Veil to the mortal world below, its light a beacon of balance and grace.
By Great pleasure2 years ago in Fiction
"The Advancer's Journey"
"The Advancer's Journey" A young woman named Lila lived in a little community tucked away between mountains. Lila was well known for her constant curiosity and her strong drive to develop. She spent her days wandering the hills, reading whatever book she could find, and asking the elders questions about the outside world despite the village's meager resources.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Violin
In a bustling town filled with the sounds of markets and laughter, there lived a girl named Elena who never spoke. From the moment she was born, her voice had been silent, and though she could hear the world around her, she could never answer it.
By Sara2 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Never Existed
James Carter had always been a creature of routine. Every morning, he took his coffee black, read the news, and left for work at precisely 8:15 AM. His colleagues called him predictable. His wife, before she left, had called him boring. But James preferred "consistent." It kept his world in order.
By Alain SUPPINI2 years ago in Fiction