Satire

Calling It Quits
Dear diary, I remembered a moment today from back when I was in middle school that I thought was worth writing about. Maybe you'll find it as amusing as I do.
By Belle2 years ago in Fiction
13 O’clock
It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Yes, you heard right. I said the clocks were striking thirteen. In case you somehow missed the announcement, the government, in an effort to increase productivity among the labor class, has restructured the way it measures time. No, this is not an April Fool's joke. From now on, there will be twenty-six hours in a day. Lunch will begin precisely at thirteen o’clock and end exactly at thirteen-twenty. Anyone caught malingering past the appointed time must work an extra two hours without pay. This change will benefit the entire population. “So, say the one! So, say we all!”
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Bella's Quest for the Blue Crystal
In a forest filled with towering trees, sparkling streams, and friendly creatures, a little bat named Bella lived in a cozy cave. She was a very cute bat with a blue glowing tummy and bright blue eyes that twinkled like the stars in the night sky. Bella was known for being courageous and funny, and she loved going on adventures with her friends. One day, the animals in the forest gathered to discuss a big problem: a dark shadow was spreading over the forest, threatening to destroy their homes.
By Maya2 years ago in Fiction
Master of Muppets
Lizzy just stared at me, unblinking and arrogant; like always. Her glassy eyes framed by fuzzy ochre flesh bored a hole through my soul, just like she had since I was four years old. Her facial expressions ostensibly guided by the hand inside of her, but I knew different. I knew Lizzy was the REAL puppeteer, controlling her hapless lackey under the false floor. But today would be different. Today was to be the culmination of all my experiments. Lizzy was about to be mine.
By Noel T. Cumberland2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Breath
January 1350 On a bitterly cold night, Alex is lying curled up in his mother's lap in a dimly lit room. They do not have enough warm clothes to protect themselves from the severe January cold. The rest of the family members have disappeared one by one. Alex and his mother, Greta, could not even mourn their untimely deaths. Now Alex is also in his last days, an invisible knot in his small tender heart is shortening his life further. His life is shrinking with every passing moment. This knot, like an invisible "little devil" of his existence, is secretly swallowing his every happiness and sweet smile. The beat of his tender heart is slow and weak, and his golden dreams are disappearing in the dark shadow of a "black death" visible in the future. His mother is just looking at him with her tired and weak eyes as if she is trying to store all the memories of her innocent son in her heart so that after his existence ends, she can make those memories her support to live. She touches Alex's forehead lovingly. The touch of her cold, trembling hands feels like holding the rudder of a small boat stuck in huge waves of a tsunami, struggling with their terrible roar. Greta's silence and pain-filled eyes are telling her story. Alex's condition is becoming pitiable. Dark blue and black blisters have spread on his skin, his body is shivering badly due to cold and fever, and he is still lying in his mother's lap. He tried to say something by gathering all his strength. "Mom, I am going to grandfather. He promised to tell me the unfinished story of the 'magical dragon' he told me. When I go to him, he will reveal the secrets of the red gem hidden inside the dragon. "I, too, am leaving an unfinished story. My dear mother, not everyone can complete the last line of the last page of the last chapter of their life. Life is like a drop emerging from the dark pit of the ocean, which for a moment gets wrapped in the incomparable light of the sun and then again merges into the same dark pit. God slows down the speed of time for us, but our existence is like that drop emerging from the dark pit, which, after a momentary glow, leaves an incomplete story and again gets lost in the darkness. Dear mother, do not be sad because I have no complaint against you. I have received your full love even in this small incomplete phase of life. His voice was getting slower after every word. Finally, he became completely silent. Now his trembling body had become completely calm, the heat of his body burning like steam rising from boiling water had now turned into cold. An amazing peace and stability spread on his innocent face. His mother, Greta, did not react to his death, because she had already gone through this process. Even in the extreme cold, her body, wrapped only in rags, had become calm and cold. Both took their last breath together, and that moment ended this chapter of life by encompassing their existence. Now they merged into the deep ocean of infinite peace.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Teflon Don
They call him the Teflon Don for two reasons. First, no matter how hard the law tries to go after him, all indictments slide off of him akin to a Teflon pan. Second, he is similar to the original Teflon Don - John Gotti of the Gambino crime family, who was just as brazen and media-savvy as Trump.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
Shine Eternal
The air screamed in revulsion as it split asunder. Peeling apart, the atmosphere alight by friction's merciless kiss as the comet wretched hell-bound into its terrestrial decent. The star-bound traveler introduced to the green world racing to meet it. Deep into the land it plunged, ensconced into an earthen womb until its discovery by a collection of protohumans, who would give it the reverence its power deserved.
By Addison M2 years ago in Fiction
The Flash
Narrator: Faster than a hot flash after a glass of wine. Layered like a summer bed on a winter day. Able to jump to conclusions in a single bound.
By Laura Hanson Reber2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor Dream
Hello. Some know me as Dr. Seth Rhys, archaeologist. I thought that’s all I would ever be. It was all I had hoped for. I was doing what I love, working with the love of my life, and spending every day with friends. That was, until two years ago when it came to me. The best and worst thing to happen to my life: The Amulet.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Rainbow Village: A Tale of Unity
In the heart of the Rainbow Village, a kaleidoscope of colors danced across the sky, signaling the start of a very special celebration. Luna Sparkles, with her bright pink hair bouncing with each step, skipped down the winding streets, excitement radiating from her big brown eyes. "Today's the day, Jaxson!" she exclaimed, rushing toward her best friend, who was strumming a lively tune on his guitar.
By Maya2 years ago in Fiction
Bluey's Magical Birthday Adventure
It was Bluey's birthday, and she was beyond excited. She had invited all her friends, including Tootsy the tiny dragon and Kiara the snow-haired girl, to a big party in the backyard. But just as everyone was about to arrive, dark clouds gathered, and a loud rumble of thunder boomed through the air. Suddenly, big, fluffy snowflakes started falling from the sky, covering the party decorations and making everything look like a winter wonderland.
By Maya2 years ago in Fiction
Bella's Brilliant Rescue
In a forest filled with tall trees that whispered to each other in the wind, a big storm was brewing. Dark clouds gathered, and the air grew thick with electricity. Bella the bat, with her big, bright green eyes, sensed the change in the air. She fluttered her wings nervously, feeling the wind ruffle her soft, brown fur.
By Maya2 years ago in Fiction