Satire

A Cafeteria
Now my school did not have an outside cafeteria, but we did have an area if we wanted to go out just for some fresh air. School cafeterias places of so-called mystery meat and other culinary somewhat disasters in the name of healthy, nutritious eating. No wonder I was mainly a brown-bag person.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
Lockers
Open me, close me what a life. A students' life for a year at a time. Some are slops and some are not. At times they write on me and fill me with books, coats and what-not. But, hey what the gossip I hear it seems to stay the same all the years.
By Mark Graham9 months ago in Fiction
Two Peas In a Dumpster Fire
Dan and Marnie were conceived for one another. A mismatch made in hell. Like two peas in a dumpster fire, their love was blind, deaf, and driving without a license. He was obnoxious and took her to a motel for an hour of anticlimactic, earth grazing sex. She'd complain, but he was rich.
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Fiction
Footprints in the Wrong Direction
A Trail That Shouldn’t Exist In the cold, mountain village of Ravenshade, 15-year-old Noah Elwin had always followed the rules. He never wandered into the forest, never stayed out after dark, and never questioned why the old northern path was forbidden.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Fiction
Meatloaf and Other Terrors. AI-Generated.
It started, as most suburban horrors do, with dinner. The Hamiltons were a perfectly average family living in a two-story house with beige siding, beige carpeting, and beige dreams. Frank, the father, was an accountant with the charisma of drywall. Marjorie, the mother, taught piano but mostly just used the keyboard as a place to hide her wine glass during lessons. Lily, a sarcastic 16-year-old who wears too much eyeliner, and Timmy, an eerie ten-year-old who stopped blinking a month ago, were their two children. Tuesday was meatloaf night. It always had been. Marjorie was a proponent of "structure." Some mothers gave hugs. Marjorie gave routines and passive aggressive glances.
By Entakab9 months ago in Fiction
REVOLUTION OF HEARTS
In the heart of a small, rural village in Nepal, under the shadow of the monarchy’s harsh rules, two souls are bound by love but torn apart by the walls of society. It is the 1950s, and the caste system rules every aspect of life. The idea of love beyond one’s birth is still a distant dream.
By Roshan Chauhan9 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Jasmine Sky
In the quiet town of Gulshanpur, where the air smelled of jasmine and evening tea, lived Mr. Shahdal — a young teacher with gentle eyes, a poetic soul, and a smile that carried the warmth of a summer afternoon. After years of studying literature abroad, he had returned to his hometown not just with knowledge, but with a heart full of dreams and memories that hadn’t faded.
By Shah saab IT9 months ago in Fiction
The Secret Behind Our Names (And Why You Shouldn't Ask!)
Lyra? That’s such a lovely name!" "Aw, thanks Jenna!" "Wanna hear something funny?" Jenna grinned mischievously. "Sure, hit me!" Lyra said.
By arafat chowdhury9 months ago in Fiction
Jane Eyre
🌧️ A Lonely Beginning Jane Eyre is a poor, orphaned girl living in England in the early 1800s. She’s just ten years old when the story begins. After her parents die, she’s sent to live with her cruel aunt, Mrs. Reed, and her spoiled cousins.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Fiction
Outlander
Outlander is a fascinating mix of historical fiction, romance, adventure, and time travel, written by Diana Gabaldon. It begins in 1945, just after World War II, and takes the reader on a journey back in time to 18th-century Scotland, where danger, love, and mystery fill every page.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Fiction
Brunch at the HAMMER N' CLUB
This is the next chapter in The ShambElla Saga. Table of contents: Previous Chapter: ***** * ***** “I’m gonna let ya in on the secret of evil,” Damien said to them as they talked over brunch.
By C. Rommial Butler9 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Echoes
The small town of Eldridge had always been quiet, nestled at the foot of mist-covered hills. People there lived simple, peaceful lives—until the day the voice returned.
By Ishaq Ahmadzai 9 months ago in Fiction