Satire
The Demotion
I hate this job ... Things would be better if I were in charge. Lucian huffed as he entered the office of the General Operations Director for what felt like the millionth time in the last week. The Boss was half sitting, half leaning on his desk looking through a manilla folder. Without glancing up, he waved to the seat in front of him. With another unsubtle sigh, Lucian sat down in a slump.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
The Princess & The Peabrain. Top Story - February 2025.
The Politician had always wanted a wife who’d listen. A beauty that would wait on hand and foot and always agree with his opinions. He had many opinions. And he needed someone who would support him unconditionally. Otherwise, what was even the point of a wife? He had preferred other men in his company anyhow; they were by far stronger and superior.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
The Many Errands of Hercules
Bill “Hercules” Thompson was no longer the same man who earned the nickname, but no one would let him forget it. He had once been a violent man, determined to have his way at work, on the road to work, at hockey games where he tried to forget about work or at any other event where he had to deal with the public. Unfortunately, he was not allowed to forget who he once was. A court case involving an elderly driver, his walking cane, and serious damage to a Honda Civic were enough to have the name stick. And so, he lived his life with as much peace and quiet as he could sustain and stomach.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Swiftwood Forest. Content Warning.
The rich, orange con man told the people he would take care of them. He told them they should be angry at the very people they needed the most. Anything to deflect attention away from his desire to steal from them and give to the rich.
By Terri Kalloch2 years ago in Fiction
The Most Craved One
He watched her from afar and enjoyed her beautiful curves — so delicate, refined, elegant. She was like a piece of art. A gem. She was a true aristocrat — inside and out. His eyes trailed down her seductive features with barely contained passion. He could almost taste her heat. She always burnt him from the first touch to the cherished finish. She was hot, unique, unrestrained.
By Mariana Busarova2 years ago in Fiction
The Lady of the Lake. Honorable Mention in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
I am made of water. I am not the Lady of the Lake. There is no separation there, no division of type. I am the Lake. I am water. I can take human form but only because I choose to. Then, my presence is discernible for the creature who stands before me to know me on their own terms of reference.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Apple (iPad) of Discord. Content Warning.
It was intended to be a day of glorious celebration on Mount Pelion as the great hero and king of Phthia, Peleus, was to wed the beautiful Goddess, Thetis. Many of the Gods and Goddesses were in attendance to watch the beautiful union of Peleus and Thetis, many mortals were also in attendance, which made this event even more unique and special. The wedding was perfect and went off without a hitch... but the reception brought an unexpected... issue... that no one expected. Thetis had purposely disinvited the Eris, the Goddess of Discord. This was because Thetis never forgave Eris for turning her first love into a fish after a disagreement many moons ago.
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Fiction
That Cameo Girl. Honorable Mention in Legends Rewritten Challenge. Top Story - February 2025.
Only the foolish or desperate dare to wander alone in the woods for it is the skyless domain of creatures who have evolved across eons to prey upon the lost, weak and wounded.
By Call Me Les2 years ago in Fiction
Weegie Wolf?
The eegit bit me. Ah had bin on the scrounge for some hash tae tide me over ‘til Ah could get mah next script of Methadone. Ah had heard Wee Tam had a stash of cheap gear in Maryhill. Ah wis stayin'' at Dennistoun, in mah pal’s flat jist aff The Parade (Alexanra Parade), which wisnae too far away frae Maryhill tae be fair. Ah had been clean for aboot 10 weeks an' counting an' wis determined tae beat this disease. Ah jist needed something tae take the sweats an’ jitters aff. It wid take a long time, but Ah had a sponsor an' had bin attending meetings an' like frae the get-go.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
A futuristic world with Books.
In the year 2147, the world had become a seamless blend of technology and artificial intelligence. Floating cities hovered above ruined landscapes, digital implants replaced human memories, and knowledge was streamed directly into the brain via neurochips. Paper was extinct, books had vanished, and history was nothing more than a coded file stored in quantum vaults.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
Little Red Riding Hood 2.0: How Not to Get Catfished by the Big Bad Wolf
Once upon a time, in a world of Wi-Fi and endless scrolling, there lived a girl named Little Red. She had thousands of followers, a perfectly curated Instagram feed, and a knack for posting selfies with inspirational captions like "Lost in the algorithm, but still thriving."
By Alain SUPPINI2 years ago in Fiction
