satire
Relationship satire can be cathartic; when love hurts too much, just laugh.
Unwelcome guest
“Knock, knock.” Someone’s at the door… who could it be? I checked my watch, realizing how futile the action had been, considering I hadn’t expected anyone all day. And yet, here we were, someone knocking at my door and me hesitating whether or not to check who it was.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg5 years ago in Humans
Atonement
That the money fell into her lap was beside the point, she insisted, but it was the truth. Sonia cocked her chin down slightly as she said it, acting out what she hoped came across as some sense of total seriousness eyes widening, rearing to take in his reaction from across the table: the jealousy she anticipated would lurk permanently behind his sure-to-be-furrowed brow, the work it would take to disguise her delight, the way the miracle had turned her into a child again, had sent her running around the room with nowhere to go and no one to tell and no real sense of what to do with it, anyway. Until now.
By Kristina Cuello5 years ago in Humans
The Owl, The Sheep, and The Lion's Roar
The barn owl looked down from the tree. He looked down on the rest of the animals, both literally and figuratively. He thought to himself, “there are too many of these dumb animals, they do not know what I know. I know the realities of this Universe, all they know is what is directly in front of them. And yet, I am included as their equal. I am seen as just like them, an oblivious animal. I am too wise for this, I have too much knowledge to deject myself to such a lowly class. I must come up with a plan, a plan to exert control over these lowly animals, so that I must never work for anything”
By Denise Heisler5 years ago in Humans
New Year, New Me
Ah, the year. The year itself is such an odd unit of measurement. A year itself lacks no significance, and yet at the end of one we all feel the need to shed our former selves and morph into something new, preferable, less loathsome than we were in the past. I do not care for that. I no longer wish to earn the envy of my peers or climb the ranks of my society.
By Ellen Campbell5 years ago in Humans
Food and Marriage
1. Love & Hair There is a woman who loves her husband very much. Every morning she prepares him a bountiful fruit salad with all of his favorites; strawberries, bananas, blueberries, green apples, and raspberries chopped up into tiny pieces. She tops it with almond yogurt, pecans, sliced almonds, walnuts, and chia seeds. She steeps his turmeric tea and gently stirs it. Before putting his fruit salad before of him, she plucks one hair from her head and strategically places it inside so that he won’t know it's there. You see this woman loves her husband so much that she wants him to carry a piece of her inside of him as he goes about his day. They laugh and chat over breakfast as usual and make love before they go to work.
By Jessica Stapp5 years ago in Humans
A Heart of Drunkness
Quite a few years back, my mother married a guy in Prince George, We’ll call him Ray. You have met Ray many times. He is the older guy, probably a mechanic or a truck driver, probably drunk when you meet him but so comfortable that way that you might not notice at first.
By H. Robert Mac5 years ago in Humans
I Am The Greatest Word of All Times
I’m not surprised I’m back in the news. I’m the champ. I am N*gger. I am the greatest word of all times. I stay in the news. People can’t stop saying me. I’ve been crushing it since 1574. That’s 445 years of mad usage. I am the greatest. I am so great of a word that even after I was turned into a derogatory slur and used to attack the losers of The United States’ game of White Supremacy, I continued to get mad usage.
By Seth K. Thomas5 years ago in Humans
post future apocalypse gift guide
How do we shop gifts for our children and our loved ones within the chaos of this last year coming to it's inevitable close? We are a consumerist society here, and the the best flash with the most cash rules the media roost, the rest of us blankly staring at the screen being imaginary Kardashian, eating our dollar store chips and wearing our good sweatpants (the ones without avacado dip stains in the crotch area, in case you're wondering).
By susan marie loehe5 years ago in Humans
