Satire

The Baptism of Judas Iscariot
We all reached over to help Jesus into the boat, just as a large wave rocked the vessel. “Please, Jesus,” Judas pleaded. The wind calmed.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Beginning of Zar Zara Species
It's year 4000. Earth has started going into an explosion of tsunamis, earthquakes and what not. More than half of the Earth's population is wiped out in past 6 months and scientists believed that we are approaching the End.
By Gaurav Meena2 years ago in Fiction
The Specter's Reign
It was the first day of Fall, and the leaves had begun to crumble and break. I watched a frail, orange leaf fall slowly from a tree and onto my windshield. It was just after 11am and a ceiling of gray clouds separated the town from the sun above. Despite this, it was a fairly comfortable morning. As I drove home from therapy, I thought aimlessly of all the troubles that plagued me. I forced them out with my breath, and they clawed their way back in. I was driving on autopilot as I approached the stop sign. I saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye. My speed slowed increasingly as I approached the stop sign. I had plenty of time to stop, but I didn’t. I felt a bump beneath my tires, and fear made my spine tingle. I did not stop or look back before I reached the stop sign and came to a full halt.
By Nick Dehler2 years ago in Fiction
Grey Matters
Note: here is a link to the challenge provided by Belle this month. Under her rule, the story itself should hover around 350 words, allowing exceptions for stories that are a little bit longer. My tale did not quite follow that restriction because I wanted to make sure that it reached the required length necessary for acceptance into Vocal (is 600 really the perfect cutoff point? I have to wonder). So here is my attempt to write a story about a setting that eats. Perhaps I am being a little too metaphorical with this one, and even clichéed when it comes to corporate life, but I needed this to make the word count. ;)
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Slick Daddy. Content Warning.
We were standing in a group, in a sort of-side cubicle off to the side of the dance floor. I can't remember what we were talking about. But I remember it wasn't just idle chat, it was something important, something serious.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
God. Content Warning.
Start From God followed by me on all over and you can too here: The soundtrack's "God's Song" by Randy Newman God God woke up. He was bored. He was always bored when he woke, (and when he fell asleep).
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
When the Whining Winners Won. Content Warning.
All they wanted was to end abortion and put a gun in every baby’s hands. On the day they won the first battle, the great rejoicing drowned out the screams of the rights they were treading on. And, having won, there was a great increase in births. Not necessarily the ones they had wanted, but a win is a win. Right? Soon, the whining winners got sick of hearing how they did not care for the newlyborn. The ones that were overwhelming the front steps of firehouses. The ones that overflowed the orphanages they would not fund because that was the duty of the church, any of them. Just take your pick, it's like there is one on every corner (though some church treasurers, crying into their chalice cups, were slowly coming to regret the monster they had created). Instead, they used the money to fund ad buys about the wonders of adoption and how easy it was, until they got sued for false advertising. Most of their ads tended to overlook the policies the whinging winners had put in place to block certain…non-traditional couples from adopting. Surely that was not the answer to the problem. No matter what poll after poll told them. It’s not how they felt.
By Sean A.2 years ago in Fiction
Anya's Secret Journey: Uncovering the Lost Athenaeum
Anya’s grandmother only took her to that place once· They had to claw their way through the bushes, her grandmother’s gnarled hand pushing aside branches and thorns while her other hand held Anya’s small, soft one· As an adult, Anya wondered how much that journey must have hurt her grandmother· Her swollen knees ached, and her bare feet surely protested every step of the way·
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Fiction
Onanismus cum Exegesi. Content Warning.
If you're reading this entry in your preferred digest of literary criticism, it's probably because you are a student of Guy de Mont Chalice and want to know as much about him as possible, via further study into the life of his third cousin, Gregory Shellaq. This thin article, then, will be an utter disappointment to you, as there is nothing more to know about the author of Grendal's Progress, Adolescence in Constantinople, A Queen's Reverie, and Forgetful Minions of Flower's Last Dance. By now you've read Watson, you've read Everly, you've read Tates. If you haven't, do so. And once you have, come back to this page, and be assured: you have it all. So stop reading, put this rag down at once, and go chase women or sniff daffodils or do whatever your sort of person does.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
The Wet Spot. Content Warning.
The wet spot. Something you don't want to roll over into. Jimmy on guitar, Lester on guitar. Kevin on the other guitar, but no one ever pays any attention to Kevin. Dave on bass, slapping it around like it's his ex-wife. Not that he ever slapped around his ex-wife. When they were married she outweighed him by 50 pounds and he was more or less constantly terrified of her. After they split she joined the Cross Fit and lost 75 pounds and now if she and Dave went to blows she'd kicked his ass thoroughly and her instructor would say, "Sorry Linda, I'm going to need another 15 minutes with the medicine ball or the climbing rope before I can give you your points today." Paul Fabrizio on skins.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
How to Write a Novel
Wanna write a novel? Cool. First you're going to need a character and a setting. Frog on a log in a bog. Now, conflict. Alligator. Alligator tries to eat frog, frog runs away, alligator snaps and thrashes, frog sees tree, frog climbs tree. Alligator climbs tree. Alligator breaks a branch and falls down. Frog is safe. Frog is safe? Alligator decides to wait at bottom of tree.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
TOODLEDOO TO TRIATHLETE TRANQING. Content Warning.
WJBE NEWS, DATELINE BALTIMORE, MD July 12, 2024 – In a surprising turn of events, the FDA has banned the use of tranquilizer darts to subdue extreme athletes and harvest their perspiration. This decision has sparked controversy, with several state governors arguing that the law is detrimental to commerce and hinders the control of extreme athlete populations.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction