Satire
Book Adaptation
The publishing company finally agree to my unique terms. The contract they sign lets me keep 100% ownership of my new book. A memoir about my extravagant captivating life as an author who never reads. We began filming my successful writing career for the first ever reality TV type motion picture. This inspirational influential biopic had no dialog to ensure an incredible movie to graphic novel adaptation. With several film stills in between chapters + empty pages. Giving the readers freedom to tell my story in their own creative literary works because deep down we all want to express ourselves.
By Jose Elias3 years ago in Fiction
Plea of Temporary Insanity
“They willl forget you, you know.” He said taking the needle and squirting it lightly as he scanned for a suitable vein. “It doesn’t matter,” I sighed, “I had to say it, all the words. Freedom is important. They may forget me, but you can’t kill an idea. If I have to die so be it, I will meet my maker in peace. And my words are out there for all to know forever in the minds of future generations. They may forget me, but they will remember my ideas.”
By Zelda Foxx3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Symphony
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city. In the heart of the metropolis stood an old theater, its grandeur faded with time. The marquee displayed the words "The Forgotten Symphony" in worn-out letters, barely catching the attention of passersby.
By Lawrence Mireku Adu3 years ago in Fiction
What a Nut. Top Story - May 2023.
No one knew why the vending machine was installed on the fourth floor of the apartment building. It didn’t make sense to have it there, and tenants from the other floors immediately complained about the unfairness of it all. But the building manager was preoccupied with a custody battle, so some snack machine wasn’t really a top priority.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Fiction
Hunt
Like perfectly wrapped cellophane, you preserve us all inside your hallowed stone sanctuary. The dizzy, dry-mouth, too sweet coloration inside that remind one of too many chemicals and preservatives and fulgurating nature of this sort of hell-house that is insinuating us of its nature with a blinking lighted entrance at the front door, ———WELCOME ONE & ALL!———like an incessant wink of a licentious, creepy, old person… and the sensory overload of it all makes me want to run far away. But I can’t.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
