Satire
A Dance of Double Entendres in Hoboken
My relocation from the London area to New York was in a steady downward spiral, and I reckoned I had finally hit rock bottom. A month stretched into three, and then three months turned into three years. My initial elation at entering a new world has slowly faded, and now I’m feeling rather downhearted.
By Scott Christenson🌴3 years ago in Fiction
For the Faithful Be Fertile
Reverend Rhett Dream, pastor of the Church of Vas, addressed the Epididymites: "Yā-yä, my motile flock, I come from Seminifera with tidings from the Great Rigidity." He paused dramatically, then continued. "You asked me about the meaning of life. What's to come is a mystery--but have faith."
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Send in the Clones!
I cloned myself to pay off my debts. That's a thing now. DNA's property. I own the patent, trademark, and registration certificates. To make a me, I must grant permission. And absolutely mandatory is a "non-compete clause" — you can't have your clone cloning himself to pay off his debt (viz., your debt and his).
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 5
Not terribly far from the meerbirds, there were nefarious sea-wolfs onboard a ship. Most of their time was spent catching and eating their prey. The rest of the creatures in the land shuddered at the thought of their continual cruelties. It was overcast and it was raining lightly. As the wind blew powerfully, the ship bobbed up and down on the waves. The ship was bleak and tattered in appearance and the anchor had been down at the bottom of the seabed for days.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Oblivion
In the cobblestone streets of Eldoria, a city immersed in the embrace of oblivion, lay an ancient secret that the veil of time tried to bury. The city, covered by the patina of mystery, hid among its ruins a narrative intertwined in the folds of history.
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Fiction
Snow Forest
The snow fell softly, like an array of small feathers engulfing the sounds of nature. The dense woodland was eerily quiet as River took her first step, sinking into the light, powdery snow. Peace encumbered her, and a wave of calm swept over the entire forest. Step after step, the woods swallowed her. If she hadn't a sense of direction, you could say she was lost. But she knew these woods, she's walked their paths many times. She was home.
By Kendra J. Anthony3 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Footsteps of Repetition
The snowfall as I approach to you. Heavy boots makes it feel like a mission. Connecting quickly doesn't seem to vast, words are words but they don't last. I come off too strong and repeat my intentions, only to realize, that the opportunities has not risen to occassions. Actions speak louder than words and yet all we can do is play the waiting game. Wait for my words to be cemented with the actions that will then be complimented. The more it happens the more it shows, how I can be either all talk, or I smother before the possible no show.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Fiction
The “Katastrophe”
How do you avenge a certain murder, a given genocide, or a so-called holocaust on such a grand scale that to name the slaughtered, just two seconds each, would take almost 139 days with no breaks or intermissions during those long hours, let alone pity or shame? Do you begin by asking why before carrying out the retribution, or do you retaliate and ask the question after enough people are eliminated to satisfy your a-head-for-a-head brand of justice? Do you also take vengeance for all those that could have been born? Do the children pay for the crimes committed by the adults, or do you strike with the same measure and eradicate everyone fitting the profile? Do you kill them all in the same way, or do you devise more efficient methods of doing away with them? Do you show some mercy and spare exceptional ones, or do you lacerate every one of them until you face their last Mohican? Do you mark them to facilitate their identification? Do you break them up according to age, sex and what not? Do you take possession of all their assets, including those that define their humanity? Do you use selected ones for scientific experiments? Do you tell them they are going to die, or do you surprise them with skillful deception? Do you turn their lifeless bodies into ashes? Do you try to erase any other sign of their existence?
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Fiction
“My Parallel World
In a quiet town surrounded by mountains, large trees over 100 years old, several crystalline rivers, and numerous animals, there lived a young man named Leo. Leo was a curious and adventurous boy, always looking for answers to the mysteries of the universe. His restless spirit led him to explore every corner of his little world, always hoping to discover something new. That's why he went from one place to another with great emotion.
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Fiction
