Satire

The Wandering Mind of Willow
In a quiet meadow surrounded by silver birch trees and soft rolling hills, there lived a rabbit named Willow. He was not like the other rabbits who spent their days hopping around collecting food or playing in the sun. Willow was different. He had a habit—some called it strange, others charming—of getting lost in his thoughts.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Fiction
Wings of Joy
In a meadow kissed by golden sunlight, nestled between whispering trees and a winding stream, lived a butterfly named Zara. She wasn't just any butterfly — her wings shimmered with the colors of sunrise and sunset, with flecks of silver and blue that sparkled when she flew. But it wasn’t just her beauty that made her special. Zara was known across the valley for something even more wonderful — she loved playing with flowers, all the time, every day.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Fiction
Wings of Kindness
Once upon a time, in a lush green forest nestled between tall mountains and flowing rivers, there lived a tiny ant named Aroo. Aroo was small even by ant standards, but his heart was full of curiosity and kindness. He spent his days collecting food, exploring tree roots, and greeting all the creatures he met along the way.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Fiction
The Royal Legacy of King Barkley
Once upon a time, in a faraway realm hidden beyond icy mountains and ancient forests, there reigned a noble king unlike any the world had seen. His name was King Barkley, a Golden Retriever of majestic stature and unmatched wisdom. With his gleaming golden coat, kind eyes, and a crown that shimmered in the sunlight, King Barkley ruled the Canine Kingdom of Arvendale, a land where dogs of all breeds lived in peace, honor, and unity.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Fiction
Love in a Library Aisle
The city of Prague had always been a haven for dreamers and thinkers. Its narrow cobbled streets and ancient buildings whispered stories from centuries past. But for Emma, a 29-year-old translator, the city’s charm often felt distant and muted. She found solace only in the old city library — a grand building with high ceilings and walls lined from floor to ceiling with books that smelled of history and secrets.
By Aman Ullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Startup Fairy Tale with a Wolf in the Boardroom
They called themselves “The Three.” Not because they were famous or mysterious, but because it sounded better than saying, “We’re three broke friends trying to change the world from a two-bedroom apartment.”
By Nouman wali6 months ago in Fiction
Overheard Near Piccadilly
Channeled from an old Victorian of my acquaintance. A gentleman, having trailed a lady for several streets, finally stepped forward and proclaimed, “Madam, now that I’ve seen your face, I feel compelled to doff my hat—and confess an overwhelming desire to kiss it.” She turned, smiling ever so slightly: “If you found the view from behind as pleasing as the one before you now, YOU MAY KISS THAT AS WELL.”
By Tom Baker6 months ago in Fiction
Starting Over. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
I didn’t see it coming… being fired from the very job that led me to move back to Lahaina after years of living on the North shore and Upcountry Maui… the shock and surprise of again being thrust into the unknown without a plan or a direction.
By Tanja Kaia Kala6 months ago in Fiction
I Married a Ghost. Last Night, He Served Me Divorce Papers. AI-Generated.
The divorce papers appeared at 3:07 AM. One moment: empty pillow. Next moment: parchment thick as graveyard soil, smelling of bergamot and decay. Ink the color of dried blood spelled out *Silas Alistair Thorne v. Elara June Finch*. A wax seal pulsed with cold blue light.
By Wondermind6 months ago in Fiction
The Midnight Bargain: When My Brother's Voice Cracked a Decade of Silence. AI-Generated.
3:17 AM The phone’s vibration drilled into the silence like a bone saw. I fumbled blindly, squinting at the screen. The name flashing there—*Jake*—felt like a ghost punching me in the throat. Ten years. Three thousand six hundred fifty days of radio silence. And now this. 3 AM. The hour of emergencies and drunks.
By Wondermind6 months ago in Fiction
The House That Waits at the Edge of the Fog
1. The Arrival Elena had seen the house in her dreams long before she ever found it. It sat quietly at the edge of a fading forest, shrouded in fog that moved like breath across the hills. Windows like closed eyes. A door like a secret no one wanted to tell.
By Silas Blackwood6 months ago in Fiction
The Ministry of Distraction Did Its Job Well
I. Please Enjoy Responsibly They told us to live in the moment. And so we did. We streamed it. Filtered it. Monetized it. We became our own commercials. Our lives were montages, chopped and set to lo-fi beats. Every breath, curated. Every silence, scored.
By Alain SUPPINI6 months ago in Fiction