Satire

Ghosts of Memory Lane
Today, the twisted world made itself known to me—no dark humor or dry smiles to be had. Guess I should feel lucky or fortunate to be spared death after-all, but I felt no such joy.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
The Troll Knoll Hole
There was a troll who lived in a hole. A hole in a knoll. The troll demanded a toll. A toll from those who passed over the knoll. His goal was to buy another hole. Another hole in another knoll. A second knoll hole for a second knoll toll.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Tips for Hunting a Friend
“I’m Christina, a profesional friend hunter. I’ll be helping you hunt down friends today,” I said to the tour group. They all smiled excitedly. The first place the bus stopped was Forges Coffee Shop. “Does everyone have tranquilizer guns ready?” I asked. They all nodded their heads. “First tip, stay five feet apart so nobody trips when they rush in. Now go capture friends,” I said and they ran inside and each brought a sleeping, tied up friend back to the bus. “Second tip, make sure they’re tied tightly to your wall or table before they wake up,” I said.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Final Descent to Anchorage
As the plane approached 10,000 feet, Beth hung up the phone call from her husband mid-conversation. He mentioned he had something important to say, but whatever it was, it would have to wait. Nothing, not even a death in the family, could interfere with FAA regulations to maintain a sterile cockpit below 10,000 feet.
By Scott Christenson🌴3 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Veil of Secrets: A Journey to Love and Redemption
The air in the room was thick with tension as Sarah, a young woman in her late twenties, sat on the edge of the bed, clutching a letter in her trembling hands. She stared at her partner of five years, David, who stood before her with guilt etched on his face. For the first time, she saw him differently, as if a veil had been lifted to reveal a stranger lurking beneath.
By papi Alex3 years ago in Fiction
Fruitless Apple Trees
Flickering flames dance around the steadily melting wax, prancing from wick to wick, glowing in a low orange light that is barely untouched by the wire apple tree next to it. Strung out limbs entangle as they spread from the braided base; shining metal wires stuck in forever only being a desk ornament perched upon a stack of books. No leaves, or flowers, or apples hang from the wires. Simple teeth baring disappointment mixes within a cauldron billowing over with stress, self-deprecation, and the possibility of unrequited feelings. Perhaps this is a metaphor, or maybe the only way I can describe the ever growing stone cold stress I feel? It could also be nothing or it could be a bullshitted assignment with no real meaning. All that is certain is that these words are words, created on a computer screen while 70’s and 80’s dance music blasts from a CD player across the room. And even then, maybe it isn’t.
By Ady Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Secrets in the Attic: Unveiling the Haunting Truth
A Quaint Attic, a Place of Shadows [Enter YOUNG EDWARD and OLD WILLIAM, standing in an attic filled with dust and forgotten relics.]
By Ammy 3 years ago in Fiction
Ethereal Embers: A Tapestry of Humanity
In realms of dreams and tales untold, Where thoughts unfurl and stories unfold, I weave a poem of human plight, A tapestry of our eternal fight.
By Silas Bassey3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home
As the clock struck midnight, the last train home chugged into the station. Passengers scurried to board, eager to escape the eerie darkness that had engulfed the city. But one lone figure remained on the platform, gazing wistfully at the departing train. Memories of happier times flooded her mind, but it was too late now. She watched as the train disappeared into the night, carrying with it her last chance at happiness. With a heavy heart, she turned and walked away, resigned to a life of solitude.
By APR3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Unicorn
The Last Unicorn The forest was dark and misty, and the trees were tall and twisted. But despite its eerie appearance, it was a place of magic and wonder, for it was home to the last unicorn.
By APR3 years ago in Fiction
The Tragedy of Melissa and Doug
Melissa and Doug sat across from each other. In the same chairs they had sat for many years. Many decades even. A whole lifetime they had spent, sat across from one another. Any measure of love either had for the other had dissipated long ago.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
"Whispers of the Forgotten"
The small, sleepy town of Ravenswood was known for its idyllic charm and peaceful atmosphere. But beneath its quaint exterior, an ancient secret lurked, waiting to be unearthed. The townspeople spoke of whispers that echoed through the night, chilling the air and instilling a sense of unease.
By Ebad Paras Afzal3 years ago in Fiction