satire
Relationship satire can be cathartic; when love hurts too much, just laugh.
A Heart of Drunkness
Quite a few years back, my mother married a guy in Prince George, We’ll call him Ray. You have met Ray many times. He is the older guy, probably a mechanic or a truck driver, probably drunk when you meet him but so comfortable that way that you might not notice at first.
H. Robert MacPublished 3 years ago in HumansI Am The Greatest Word of All Times
I’m not surprised I’m back in the news. I’m the champ. I am N*gger. I am the greatest word of all times. I stay in the news. People can’t stop saying me. I’ve been crushing it since 1574. That’s 445 years of mad usage. I am the greatest. I am so great of a word that even after I was turned into a derogatory slur and used to attack the losers of The United States’ game of White Supremacy, I continued to get mad usage.
Seth K. ThomasPublished 3 years ago in Humanspost future apocalypse gift guide
How do we shop gifts for our children and our loved ones within the chaos of this last year coming to it's inevitable close? We are a consumerist society here, and the the best flash with the most cash rules the media roost, the rest of us blankly staring at the screen being imaginary Kardashian, eating our dollar store chips and wearing our good sweatpants (the ones without avacado dip stains in the crotch area, in case you're wondering).
susan marie loehePublished 3 years ago in HumansChurch Folk Somethin' Else
THE DRAMATIS PERSONAE DEBORAH GOLDEN, Minister-elect JAMES WRIGHT, Pastor MARY MARTHA WRIGHT, Pastor's Wife and First Lady
Shoshannah LorettaPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Party Game
A party in a highrise apartment was suddenly interrupted when a ravishingly beautiful woman in her early thirties fumbled in her purse , screamed and announced that her Gold cigarette case was missing.
Partho ChoudhuryPublished 3 years ago in HumansWhy I want to be a Cult Leader
Nearly two thousand five hundred years ago men and woman would gather under the stoa of ancient Greece to learn first hand the lessons of the greatest thinkers of their time, maybe the greatest thinkers of all time. A place where discussion was paramount, learning was inevitable and being wrong a certainty. Sitting there, dressed in a robe or toga of some kind, alongside your fellow tribe, you wouldn’t have noticed, you had just joined a cult. As these leaders in thought went about their teachings, they were indoctrinating you into a new way of life, a new way of believing.
Robert WebbPublished 3 years ago in HumansDear Self,
Writing. The only way to write is to do it, yet you fall short on that end of the stick. I’ve noticed you haven’t been as passionate about the writing you’ve been forcing yourself to put together. You force feed writing prompts instead of taking your time to knead the dough that is your brain. I can tell you haven’t given much thought or at least given yourself the chance to brainstorm more than twice in the same week. Your eyes go blank as your intense stare treads off into the empty space in front of you. Sometimes if I catch you in a moment of silence, I can hear your breathing slow as you swipe through the internal voices bombarding your brain; you once compared your thoughts to blind Tinder dates that have absolutely no intention of starting the night off right.
Days Of The Week
Monday If Monday were a person it would be the worst person. It would be that one alcoholic drink that always reminds you of the one night you wish had never happened. It’s that one customer who always puts a downer on your entire day and then tells you they are never coming back only to be there the same time the next day.
collette_23Published 3 years ago in HumansFire Work Daydream
“Firework Daydreams” By Magnus Selden
Magnus SeldenPublished 3 years ago in HumansHow to Talk to a Trans Person
Hey there! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You look so different now! What happened to you? You used to look so good! Well, you still look good, but before…
Micah JamesPublished 4 years ago in HumansForgiveness
Dear Valued Customer, Here at Humanity, we would like to extend an updated regulatory report on one of our most popular products. Data shows that the frequency and dosage had been over prescribed. New science has shown that, although effective in many situations, it’s not the Humira of relationships we had hoped.
A.D. PalonePublished 4 years ago in HumansSilent Letters
Silent letters make me want to rip my hair out and plunge my eyes into a bucket of acid. It’s really only the unnecessary ones that are detrimental to my health. It's stupid, but my biggest pet peeve are those ludicrous silent letters. Best example: pterodactyl. Why is that p there? Who decided that it needed a p? As far as I know, it does nothing. If letters were people, that p would be your friends' friends' cousins' daughters' pet fish. Useless to you and everyone involved. I sob at night trying to discover the profound meaning of silent letters. To which I can never find the answer. After a trek through the depths of my psyche, all that remains is emotional turmoil. It’s like trying to wrap your head around the idea of infinite space. It keeps you up at night.