Satire
A VISION OF JUDGMENT
I was awakened by a terrible sound. “Bru-a-a-a!” it roared across the darkness. At first, I did not understand. I thought I was half dreaming. The noise grew louder—shrill, shaking the air, impossible to ignore. “Good Lord!” I muttered. “What an awful racket!” It sounded like some enormous trumpet echoing across the world. I tried to sit up, but something felt strange. Where was I? The sound rose higher and more powerful until suddenly I knew—this was no ordinary noise. “It must be the Last Trump,” I whispered.
By Amelia Miller19 days ago in Fiction
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 25 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 25 days ago in Fiction
