Satire
The Sound the Sky Was Making
The sky had been humming for three days. Not loudly. Not enough to interrupt conversation. Just a low, steady vibration, like an appliance left running in another room. You couldn’t hear it so much as feel it—behind the teeth, in the bones of the wrists.
By Tifani Power 18 days ago in Fiction
Rules And Ruler(s). Content Warning.
I have got twelve inches, but I do not normally use it as a rule. That was a typical joke that he used in his speeches, and everybody laughed. Not because they found it funny, but because they knew that was the rule.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 18 days ago in Fiction
The Clitoral Myth
“Welcome everyone, have a seat, have a seat. This is Introduction to Women’s Studies, if you are here for any other class you are in the wrong room. I am,” the professor paused and picked up a piece of chalk. He turned his back to the class and wrote his name in big block letters across the chalkboard.
By Amos Glade27 days ago in Fiction
Citizenship Application for The Red States of America. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge. Content Warning.
Welcome to the Red States of America (RSA) citizenship application examination. All residents of the former United States of America (USA) seeking Citizenship of any level (I-VIII) are required to apply for new RSA documents. Current residents of the illegitimate, illegal, and traitorous Blue States of America (BSA) applying for citizenship will be subject to further interrogative review and Reeducation. Speak your answers into the microphone in clear, properly enunciated English.
By J. Otis Haas28 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
Unclaimed. Runner-Up in Mismatch Challenge.
In Laceloom, even kindness has teeth. My office sat above a perfumer’s shop that sold bottled nostalgia to people who couldn’t trust their own memories. The stairwell smelled like bruised lilac and old smoke, which suited me fine. Down on the street, the city glowed the way a lie glows when it’s almost convincing. Lanterns hung from living branches. Cobblestones shone. Every passerby looked like they’d been sculpted by an artist.
By Aspen Nobleabout a month ago in Fiction
