Satire
The Queen Pelalandorus Incident
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Perhaps it was the wind. Others say it was because we were famished. A curse? For having killed her kin. Divine retribution for those we banished. A plague sent by the Vaquarin? For a war that was unfinished.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Dear P.
Here is a link to the challenge: And please, forgive me... * Dear P., Perhaps this is a little confusing. Your real name is Alison (or is that Alyson...or Alys? It is never clear in the text), but most of the world knows you as the wife. Or the Wife. The woman who travelled with all of those other pilgrims to that famous cathedral in England, and was given the longest of the prologues in Geoffrey's most famous long poem. You boasted of your five husbands, telling us of the three who were good - old, rich and submissive - and the two who were bad (not much detail there). You were also 'gat-toothed' (ah, that gap in the teeth was a symbol of its time that we may want to give back - so much sensuality in it). This was to symbolize your liberated sexuality...as if this was not already clear from the tale spilled out from your lips...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
The Thief of magical stories. Top Story - October 2024.
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.' Queen Justia of the very successful "Ye Olde Quaint Story Emporium", a city of magical story writers, was nowhere to be found. Someone must have snatched her sometime between "Storytide and Midnighthush", when the authors finally relinquished their pens, closed their eyes and slumbered, while dreaming of sugar plum stories and storks bearing babies made entirely of thousand dollar bills.
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Fiction
Why run with the buffalo when you can fall out of the sky trying to fly with the eagles?
Fear and loathing in my world; a happy smile on my face while my soul is singing the blues. Lines of people, look at me and wonder how I stay so happy, on the outside I'm smiling but on the inside I'm crying, life seemingly passing me by as I stand waiting for the bus to downtown to pick up a bottle of Jack and a bottle of coke.
By Jason Giecek2 years ago in Fiction
Beethoven’s Brainy Bonanza: The Maestro’s Bizarre Epiphany on Neural Decoding. AI-Generated.
Ahem. Yes, it is I, Ludwig van Beethoven, the one and only! You didn’t expect me, did you? But don’t fret—I am no specter rattling chains or cracking phantom knuckles over a piano that has seen better days. No, I am here for something far more curious. You see, my dear mortals, despite the somewhat well-known fact that I am dead (technicalities!), I’ve had a rather eventful afterlife, particularly in the past few centuries. Not as boring as you might think!
By ScienceStyled2 years ago in Fiction
Way back then
Born on the proud land of Houston, Texas. It's a quiet land and filled with good people. I still remember the friends from elementary. And some of them work for my family farm. Life was simple. And everybody everybody worked hard. We also had fun. I remember the gatherings. We have good community in the country. And we are independent and thinkers. We love the Constitution and we love our rights. The time had come for me. Dad wanted me to defend the farm. The farm was passed down for generations. I was born on this farm. I was raised on this farm. My whole life exist because of the farm. And I promised my Dad that I would keep the farm. Then time changed and the State and the Country has gone through a lot. The economy suffered and many people lost jobs. And people feared for their livelihood. People panic and people were shocked. And times became hard. So hard people begin to trade goods again and save money. And Dad explained to me with tears in his eyes that he doesn't know about the farm. I tried to console him and I tried to discover a solution. But Dad knew that it was gonna happen. He said like he knew Mom was gonna go. It must have been a nightmare for him. He worked all his life to keep a roof over my head. He dedicated his life to the farm and now that farm is about slip through his hand. Then i got the call from Cora, Cora grew up with me and she was always a friend. She would tell me things and I would tell her things. She counseled me about a lot because she was smart and friendly. I told her about the farm. And she was shocked and appalled. She kept asking me what are we gonna do. And I got angry and fed up and hung up. I was ashamed to ask for help. But Cora was determined she drove over here and she consoled Dad. And she came in the house. She even brought dinner and dessert. And she asked about how the farm was and how the bills. And Dad turned in because it was getting late. And Cora said I almost forgot Ridge. Remember when we were teens. And you were good on the horse. In fact you rode horses since you were nine. And I said yeah Cora but that was then. I do a little. She opened her purse and showed a flyer. And i was shocked. She said If you rode in the rodeo. You could get big money. And you could save the farm. And I said But I have to do it behind my Dad's back. And we were excited and having a second slice of dessert. When Dad forgot to take his medicine came out of his room looking and ask blatantly What is all this about Ridge and Cora? i said Dad you know how good I am with horses. Cora can take me to the rodeo in California and get big money and save the farm. Dad said I always knew you were a smart son. Ridge Parker Jr.. Gosh you made all your family proud. Don't wait get going soon. And so I packed and Dad gave me money for my travels. And Cora was already packed and ready. Cora inherited a decent car from her father and we drove to California. All the way Cora asked a lot of questions and she was very interested. And we stop for gas several times and food. I was worried about the Rodeo. And we almost missed it but Cora the smart one found it just in time. And I auditioned and after several tries at the bar I got it. I trained several times more. And Cora and I had separate rooms at the hotel. I was moving up at the charts and rising from Top 20 to Top 10. Cora called Dad and Dad congratulated me. And Dad said I should ask Cora out. So I brought her a drink. And she ask me why after all this time. And I told Cora if i win it has to be love. Cora I love you. Will you be mines? And everybody look and cheer and holler. And Cora said If I win. But the crowd wanted us to be together. And she said All heck I will. And we kiss and spent a night together. I was almost late to the rodeo but determine. And finally got to Top 2.My opponent got too happy and drunk to relief his nerves and the unthinkable he messed up. And I was named the Champion, I called Dad saying Cora and I are married and the farm is saved. All because of the rodeo.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Fiction
Overall Awkward Ordeal
Eliza frequented Cafe Brie often enough to be considered a regular—she practically lived in this coffee shop when not at home. She liked the ambiance and its ability to feed her busybody nature. Honestly, to her, people-watching counted as novel research. Her writing was bettered by realistic characters. Today, Eliza sat sipping her nonfat soy latte, brow furrowed. The man standing at the counter cut a familiar silhouette. His hair was deep red and messy, he had square shoulders, and his skin was slightly olive-toned. Indeed, she had met him or seen him somewhere before; everyone knew everyone in this little podunk town. Nothing more exciting happened than when Cafe Brie opened on the town square. It was difficult to tell without seeing his face; picking up her mug, she sipped her coffee and eavesdropped as he ordered a cafe moca– a reasonably standard order.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
