Satire
The World Beyond the Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Since the first time she noticed that fact when walking by one day, she had been unable to focus her mind on much else for any period of time. She instinctively knew she needed to be united with the world that lay beyond the window.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
Revolution
Once there was a kingdom where the farmers were unhappy, the tradesmen were unhappy, the soldiers were unhappy, and even the king himself was unhappy. The farmers blamed it on the tradesmen. The tradesmen blamed it on the soldiers. The soldiers blamed it on the king. And the king was the unhappiest of all because he had nobody to blame it on.
By Richard Seltzer3 years ago in Fiction
"The Friends Who Never Left: A Tale of the Supernatural"
The Friends Who Never Left Prologue: It had been years since the group of friends had last seen each other, but they had never forgotten the bond they shared. They had grown up together, going to school and spending their summers at the local swimming pool, and they had always promised to stay in touch no matter what.
By Ajith kumar3 years ago in Fiction
Honorable Faceless Thing
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Thurdo wadded up the piece of paper and tossed it out the open window, into the head-heaps below. A stupid first sentence, for a stupid gent with a stupid name. Thurdo. What kind of name was that? His grandfather had been Murdo MacNelson, his father Murdo MacNelson, Jr. What on Earth was wrong with Murdo MacNelson the Third? Thurdo. Suppose his mother thought that was funny, and his father couldn’t argue with a woman who’d just undergone childbirth. Turdo, that’s what the schoolchildren called him back when schools happened. Set him up for a life of embarrassment, is all it did, and if things continued to go as they were going, it’d set Thurdo MacNelson up for an objectively embarrassing death as well.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 years ago in Fiction






