Satire

The Gascon's Dinner Bill
Okay, there’s this Gascon, see—I don’t know what the hell that is, but it’s something big in Louis the Fourteenth’s time. He gets a check for a hundred and fifty pistoles, see? And that’s a fair chunk of cabbage. So he goes to the minister and says, he says, “I need cashed out, doc. You dig me?”
By Tom Baker5 months ago in Fiction
Coffee Shop at the End of the World
Maya had always believed that the world would end with fire or ice, maybe a bang or a whimper—anything but the gentle hum of an espresso machine and the soft jazz playing from speakers that had seen better days. Yet here she was, wiping down tables at Brew & Beyond while the sky outside painted itself in shades of amber and crimson that had nothing to do with sunset.
By Fazal Ur Rahman5 months ago in Fiction
The Pied Sniper
Those fools in the town below thought I would help them and they could simply stiff me on the bill. Oh, I’ll show them. I’ll show them, indeed.
By Stephen A. Roddewig5 months ago in Fiction
The Archive of Forgotten Names
They told me the Archive had no entrance. That it could not be sought, only found. You do not buy a ticket, you do not open a gate—you arrive when a fracture in your memory aligns with a fracture in the world. Sometimes it is at a bus stop, sometimes between two breaths, sometimes in the pause after someone forgets your name at a gathering.
By Alain SUPPINI5 months ago in Fiction
LE SERPENT "The Snake"
At the dawn of the last century, everyone in Dijon knew Madame la Présidente de C—. She was the belle of the town: all dimples, lace, and painted smiles, with that same little serpent slithering across her lap like a favored lapdog. She would pet it in public, let it curl against her breasts as though it were her child—or her lover.
By Tom Baker5 months ago in Fiction
The Clock Stopped at 3:07
The night it started, I thought it was just a coincidence. I had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on, when a sharp click jolted me awake. I glanced over at the old clock on the wall—the one my grandmother left me. Its second hand had frozen, pointing straight at the seven.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Fiction
Rooted in Nature. Dried to Perfection
The first time Leena heard about Dryfroot, she thought it was just another grocery shop. Her grandmother, however, spoke of it in whispers, as if it were a place of secrets. “It isn’t just food they sell,” Nani would say, eyes twinkling, “it’s memory, strength, and sometimes even a little magic.”
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Fiction
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity --- A New Era of Intelligence Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer the stuff of science fiction—it’s here, woven into the fabric of our daily lives. At its core, AI is the simulation of human intelligence by machines. It can learn, adapt, and even make decisions, sometimes faster and more accurately than people. What was once imagined in futuristic novels is now a reality: machines that recognize faces, translate languages, diagnose diseases, and even create art. The rise of AI represents a turning point in human history, comparable to the invention of electricity or the internet.
By Muhammad Ibrahim5 months ago in Fiction
"The Passenger Who Wasn’t There"
It was raining the night it happened, one of those slow, steady rains that makes the road shine like black glass. I was driving home from work, tired, half-listening to the radio when I saw her.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Flooded Sky
The rain began as a whisper against the rooftops, soft enough that no one gave it much thought. In the village of Kalindar, people were used to storms. The river had always fed them, watered their crops, and given them fish. It had flooded before, but always receded, like a wild animal that roared and then retreated to its den.
By Princess Ladly5 months ago in Fiction
The Love Thief. Top Story - August 2025.
As the sun lies down to sleep, figures dance across green fields dotted with daffodils. Twisting and turning, they meet in the evening’s cool breeze. Staring into each other’s eyes, they feel the weight of the universe bear down on their hearts. The shaking in their knees makes them shiver in the summer air. They enter each other without care as they stare into each other’s souls. In love with each other’s drawing gaze, as time scrolls by, it turns to a haze.
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Fiction
Welcome to the Silence District
Introduction Congratulations, citizen! You have been carefully selected to relocate to the Silence District — the nation’s most advanced zone of civic order, productivity, and peace. Here, sound is no longer wasted. Speech is no longer free, chaotic, or dangerous. Instead, words are recognized as what they truly are: commodities.
By Alain SUPPINI5 months ago in Fiction