Satire

A Mentally Balanced Society
Georgia looked down at her silver heart-shaped locket. In it was a picture of her mother. She had dark hair and wore red and purple. A color combination that had been forbidden for as long as Georgia could remember. She hid her locket and turned her attention to her closet. There was not much in it. She was a design student so this month she was scheduled to wear blue and white. In her closet was one special item. She was graduating this week. Her special colors were yellow and tan. The outfit had been chosen for her. It had arrived the other day. Her new job had been preselected as well. Her new job would be in this department. She would assign the colors for the ease and betterment of her fellow citizens. Her society's main goal was to look after the mental well-being of its citizens. They eliminated all self -determination and free choice. They had no jails, no crime, no hate speech, and no mental hospitals. People did not have the ability or need to make a bad decision.
By Antoinette L Brey5 years ago in Fiction
GALA
TW: Don't start celebrating me TOO MUCH yet. I'm kind of/sort of PROJECTING the day that my absolute favorite of all of my books gets picked up by a traditional publisher (oh; WITH an Amazon Prime deal on the way). This is all in good fun; and pay specific attention to the acceptance and thank you section. You just MIGHT know someone...
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
The Hawtest of Dates
We locked eyes while I was dancing. He was walking over from the bar, two drinks in hand - is one for me? I wondered. He skulled one then the other immediately. We never broke eye contact; I was weirdly transfixed, he walked up to me full of confidence. We danced together until his two drinks had obviously kicked in and he couldn't keep up with the beat. I lead him to the front door, but when we exited the club he started to lead me instead while waving down a taxi. He kept waving at yellow cars until he accidentally caught the attention of the taxi driver that was already parked in front of us in the taxi bay. At this point, I knew for sure I could rob him blind when he passed out.
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction