Satire

They Murdered The Clown. Content Warning.
This was the plan. We wanted our leader to be seen as a real-life hero. So at the rally, we put him in Kevlar with blood sacs so that when he got hit, he would still be standing and he could raise his fist. Who wouldn't vote for a super man like that?
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Monkey Business: Vocal Edition
This anthropomorphic representation of my thoughts is for your sake, reader. I am what you call a monkey. I am currently transmitting this information through some idiot who lives in the Midwestern United States. He fancies himself a writer.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
Liam's Ascent
In a small, weather-beaten town nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, lived a boy named Liam. The town, with its cracked sidewalks and rusting fences, seemed to be perpetually shrouded in a haze of gray. The people there spoke in murmurs, their voices blending with the wind that whispered through the empty streets.
By Someone2 years ago in Fiction
Meter Maid
He was inside and I could see his nervous buddy tapping the steering wheel when I pointed at the meter and told him that if he got there about an hour later he would have been okay and I wouldn't have to take down his information, but he didn't even see me at all (did he?). And then I looked over at the store that just closed and could see the other one inside under the security lights. So, I could see him through those double thick glass windows loading up as he walked around the store, his bag on his back getting bigger and bigger and no one noticing a thing about him taking everything and anything he wanted (was anyone even working? no security?) And there I was with the car and he just ran out to his buddy waiting for him without really noticing me and the ticket I just put under the windshield. At least it was still there and I had a copy of it all for the police (the security camera would help too, but that was under the lights, but my ticket was probably better for them). Sometimes this job really does make you feel like you are spreading some sort of goodness in this world. Pay your tickets!
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
My Journey to Self-Acceptance
As I sat in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but notice the familiar whisper of self-doubt creeping into my mind. "You're not good enough," it whispered. "You'll never be enough." I had heard this voice before, many times. It was a constant companion, one that I had grown accustomed to but never truly accepted.
By suzanne Mary2 years ago in Fiction
Dex Boulder. Content Warning.
Dex Boulder, Private Eye. Dex is tough, a little bit crazy, a little bit hungry, a tiny tiny bit evil, a very wee smidgen of a bit cuddly. He's got a hat on, a Fedora: Amanda, Carla, Elaine, Gloria, Iris, Kelly, Melody--a dumb-ass name for a hurricane--Onisfree, Quinne, and Samantha combined together off the coast of South Car-o-line and with a seven year-period peaking couldn't blow that Fedora off his head, it's actually made of his own hair, his own scalp and brain tissue, grown and manicured to resemble a hat.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
Inayat- The Light of Hope
The Light of Hope To be the muse or to be the one who beholds the musings, To laugh in adversities or to be the one who stands tall beyond the mockings.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
Good Bye Mum.
I was just a naive 8 year Old, bursting with excitement and dreams, when my world was shattered. I had rushed home from school, eager to share the thrilling news with my mom. I had been chosen to skip a grade and take the Common Entrance exams! But as I searched the empty house, my heart sank. Where was she?
By Nneka Benedith2 years ago in Fiction
Quiet the Bells
It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen. The mouse ran down the clock and straight into the cat’s open maw. That’s what you get for having a schedule. They had put the world on a schedule. I’ve not yet met Them, but someday I hope I’ll be invited to brunch.
By Sean A.2 years ago in Fiction
The Real Book Thief
There are not many things more satisfying than sitting down to read a good book. With interesting characters, we love and loathe, conflicts and resolutions, twists and turns. From the start we are engrossed through the middle to the end. The end that brings everything to a nice, or not so nice conclusion.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Journal
I had always taken pride in my high standards for whom I let into my life. Was I lonely? Yes. Often. I overthought almost everything in life. Which I believed was a secret weapon, a special power, but also a curse. That's why I started journaling. Joanne suggested it might help me understand myself better, or at least help me sleep at night. I am very much a person of order, or at least, perceived order. Things need to be in their relative place.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
From The Desk of the BBC: The Tea Bandit Strikes Again
These streets never knew what hit them…they should have paid more attention in history class. It’s a truth we all share down here amongst the dregs–what is taketh can be taketh again just as easy.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction