Satire

The Littlings
Rebecca was a woman, regardless of how she’d look to you. A tomboy grown up, she had long accepted she struck many as, in a word, “butch.” Thick, square, and barrel-chested, Rebecca absent-mindedly chewed her nicotine gum in wide, obnoxious, exposed openings of her mouth, stimming as she glanced down to her van dash-holstered phone displaying directions; she couldn’t hear her music with the text-to-speech on. Thankfully, for pedestrians and other drivers, she wasn’t long pulling into the driveway of that morning’s client; Janet Frost of 108 Glengreen Estates.
By Conor Matthews2 months ago in Fiction
Lemonade Isn’t Meant for Wine Glasses
News flash, news flash! Come hear, one and all. For the upcoming spring and summer, you’ll want to be free to let loose and enjoy all the outdoor festivities. One thing, however, must be kept in mind. One thing must be known, above all else:
By Gabriel Shames2 months ago in Fiction
You Promised This Would Be the Last Question
“You promised this would be the last question.” “I did.” “Then ask it.” “I already have.” “That wasn’t a question.” “It wasn’t?”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
Don’t Read It Out Loud
“Is this yours?” “No.” “It was on the printer.” “I didn’t print anything.” “It doesn’t have a header.” “Let me see.” “Don’t touch it yet.”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
This Isn’t the First Time You’ve Asked Me That
“Why are you looking at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you’re waiting for me to say the wrong thing.” “I’m not.” “You are.”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
Before You Leave
“Do you have everything?” “I think so.” “You think or you know?” “I know. Mostly.” “Mostly doesn’t help much when you’re already halfway out the door.”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
"Remove That Hex!" - 2
This is Part 2 of an absurdist, romance novel-spoof horror-sprinkled tale of Elena, a 30-something divorced postal worker living in a high-rise studio apartment in any city in Russia. Once, she bought a talking fish who turned out to be a witch-hexed prince. The only way to remove the hex would be for Elena to fall in love and give him a human baby. Falling in love was the easy part. One day, Elena started to lay fish eggs and put them in the aquarium where her Prince lived in the fish form. She told him to watch them while she was at work, however, the eggs kept disappearing.
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Fiction
Successful Integration
By the time you notice the difference, it has already settled in. At first it is small. A pause where a response used to come quickly. A familiar weight that no longer sits where you expect it to. You assume it’s fatigue. Everyone does.
By Courtney Jones2 months ago in Fiction
Hi Vocal! So much has changed.
Hello Vocal. How are you. Well, to be honest - and thank you so much for asking...I can barely hear myself think these days. So many people are grumbling, demanding and complaining...both on and off platform.
By Novel Allen2 months ago in Fiction
Waiting Room
“Is this seat taken?” “No, go ahead.” “Thanks. It’s colder in here than I expected.” “They keep it that way.” “You come here often?”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction
The Tables Have Turned
‘Hello ignoramuses!’ President of the Board, Merthyr Tydfil, starts. ‘We have gathered here today to discuss the future of our organisation.’
By Moon Desert2 months ago in Fiction
The Morning Walk
“Did you see the sunrise today?” “Not really. I was half asleep.” “It was golden. Made me think we should get out earlier.”
By Sound and Spirit2 months ago in Fiction