Satire
I built a castle to save the economy
This piece of short fiction was originally published for The Elysian. Follow my work there. Back in the 2020s, everyone was in a tizzy about population collapse. The thinking back then was that if we didn't have enough children, they wouldn't grow up and generate enough money, and the economy wouldn't be big enough to do expensive things like cure diseases and build space colonies and come up with teleportation.
By Elle Griffin2 years ago in Fiction
ECLIPSE
ECLIPSE I never believed an eclipse could make such an impact on our everyday lives, I do now… A few days before the eclipse of April 2024, friends invited themselves to visit with us – as the sorts who love socializing, my husband and I prepared a meal and during the course of enjoying our lunch, these friends, a couple, mentioned that they were looking for a house in our area and were interested in one, but the owner seemed reluctant to sell…these friends had always said they loved our house and garden, so I (not forcefully, just casually) mentioned that at our age (we have a rather large block) we had been considering downsizing and they immediately mentioned their interest in our home – aaaahhhh, I realized, the reason for their visit…
By TANIKA SMITH WHEATLEY2 years ago in Fiction
On The 8th Day
He was exhausted. Six days had been enough. On the seventh day He rested. But there was still so much work to be done. He thought long and hard about asking for assistance because He was used to doing things just so, His own way, exactly as He liked it.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
In the Ring?
My Word: Relationship The Challenge: “I’m so glad Sheila decided to share your story with me. She said that you had to deal with some shit guys out there and now and then throw salt over your shoulder for good luck next time... I promise, I am real, and won’t lie about who I am… I just take my shot and hope not to trip over my words…
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Jean-Claude Fin Damn
Jean-Claude Fin Damn, the mussels and brussels superstar, watched the timer, set to sound after a minute, dripped in fresh sweat, from his head of short brown hair down his tight white vest down to his tiny black shorts. His lightly tanned skin shined with the sweat as he stretched and finished his warmup. Hot, most would say, did not really do his look justice. The man was something of a living legend and knew it. As he kept one eye on the timer and the other on the action as it unfolded.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Gift of Life. Content Warning.
Wes sat quietly, relieved that the crowd had dispersed and he could finally catch his breath. Hero status didn't appeal to him at all and the spotlight wasn't his friend. With the hard, cold concrete of the curb under his butt and the cool metal of the light pole against his face, he let the replay of the scene run through his mind.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Fiction
