Satire
Letter to the Editor
To whom it may concern, This letter is written in concern to the Pear Tree challenge, I don’t think I will be able to write a productive story based around a pear tree. I don’t seem to have enough inspiration to do one for this round like I did for the other rounds. Even though I used a picture of a pear tree sitting next to a small lake with two star-crossed lovers making perfect love under the tree it didn’t seem to work for me, all I could come up with was the done and done again romance story that would be a bit predictable. Below is a snippet of the story that I did manage to write:
By Timothy E Jones5 years ago in Fiction
My Acceptance Speech
To the entire population of the planet Zarg. I am deeply honoured and humbled to be invited to become your supreme Deity, and I am delighted to accept. This advancement will look absolutely great on my CV and will no doubt be an obvious talking point at any future job interviews. One quick question – is the post hereditary? If so, I am sure that my son will fill the post admirably when the time comes.
By John Welford5 years ago in Fiction
The Severance Package
The room was sparse and cool. Two windows were shaded with Venetian blinds on the opposite wall from the heavy wooden door. A small square window in the door at about eye-level looked back into the equally sparse hallway. The walls in the room were dingy off-white, the ceiling a drop-down with similarly coloured tiles, and the floor was tiled possibly three decades before and showed some wear. The room reminded Fred of a classroom from his high school years.
By Daniel E Gagné5 years ago in Fiction
The Trial
“You may approach, Bogdan Bogdanovich.” And so Bogdan Bogdanovich did. The lugubrious man lugged his stout frame from his chair – walnut, standard-issue, much like the desks, pews, and paneled walls – and walked precisely twelve steps (for he had counted) to stand directly in front of the middle of the three Judges before him.
By Jonathan Davydov5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigolds
Satire/Comedy The sunrises, the early morning light dances around the room, while the TV blares Ed and Rose sit watching with painful focus any noise evokes piercing screams, "Will you stop that!" Rose turns to her husband, looking at him, almost snarling, "ok, honey." Ed says with his nostrils flared, "Love you, dear."
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Care for Lunch with Maws the Terrible?
It stretched out before them as far as the eyes could see, a big wet thing that hugged the land and used to be considered the source of all life, but today was instead a constant source of dread from the stories of those it consumed, or the unnatural things it now birthed.
By J R Rajorne5 years ago in Fiction
Dawdling With Death
You don’t dawdle when you try to kill yourself. You pull the trigger, and you are done. You are never to be seen again living and breathing. They’ll close your casket because your face has been scarred with blood splatter and a hole from your chin through your skull.
By Jessica Klein5 years ago in Fiction
The Argan Oil Chronicles
Author's preface: By popular demand I will be republishing all 18 articles in my award winning series featuring argan oil, the world’s greatest hair and beauty oil, and Morocco’s trump card in their secret plot to control the worlds dwindling supply of hair oil reserves. If you are reading this you can’t say you were not warned. The series is presented in chronological order (or close enough) for the argan oil chronicles completist. Part I - The early years features some of my earliest forays into the exciting, humorous, and hair frizz free world of argan oil. Thank you country of Morocco for being such a good sport about the whole thing. I do very much admire your country and would love to visit someday. Enjoy!
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Fiction
