Satire
Garbageman
Note: another experiment that I am still tinkering with. Thoughts? * The summer heat was not a heavy blanket over the town yet when the garbage truck came down the street. In the neighbourhood where Mr. Davis had his home, the truck began its Tuesdays and Thursdays with multiple stops and blasts of an air horn that woke him up long before the vehicle appeared at the front of his driveway with a kid hanging off the back in an orange-yellow day-glow vest. Usually, Davis would begin his working day at seven with a cup of coffee, an open laptop, and all the time in the world (his wife had her own half of the house and the kids knew how to take care of themselves by the time they got to high school). He had a lot of money to move around and did not want to have his head shaken open after his tight eight hours and espresso. But every Tuesday and Thursday, always at six…
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons legacy . Content Warning.
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
By Gift Sunday 3 years ago in Fiction
What Is Not Misplaced?
Almost everything appears to be misplaced in humanity's realms, as even the grass—not all grass—dislikes to be eaten and even stepped upon. A tree told me as much. Plants can speak, but humans cannot hear them or do not care to listen to their primordial plight. Wood is good, we are told soon after birth. Yet, trees are so much better, and much more important than humans. If the Cosmos, or the Milky Way, or only the Solar System had administered a survey, trees would win by a landslide, with or without grass on the ground.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Fiction
