Satire

Horror Story Banlata
There changed into a village named Bonolota. The human beings of the village lived in peace and happiness. There changed into no shortage of something within the village, and the villagers spent their days with smiles on their faces. But one night, all through a complete moon, a female went missing from the village. Despite looking everywhere, the villagers couldn't discover her. After hours of frantic looking, they stumbled upon her dead frame below a massive banyan tree at the threshold of the village.
By jibonabout a year ago in Humor
Drowning in Orange Juice
This morning started like any other morning in the life of a distraught, middle-aged man recently laid off. As has been the case since January, a bloated orange, smirking from within the greedy fingers of a pale, buggish alien, headlined each article as I doom-scrolled in avoidance of the encroaching day. The task of putting life back together for a distraught, middle-aged man recently laid off – after 15 years of service, no less – can be daunting, even torturous.
By E. L. Stacyabout a year ago in Humor
Elegy for Elphaba 😢
Greenest Elphaba, You're not Wicked And I'm not Insane These labels are slapped on us by minions, and munchkins, and malcontents, and moviemakers.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Humor
The Great Cantaloupe Uprising
Los Angeles' Grand Quest for Cantaloupe It began with Greg going to the grocery store. He had a straightforward shopping list, eggs, bread, milk, and one cantaloupe. Nothing too extraordinary.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Humor
Let Me Out
It’s finally Friday! After a full day of teaching, it feels like my energy has been drained. So, I decided to do something for myself—give myself a little gift, just like I do for my students. Maybe it’ll cheer me up. I jumped into my car, buckled up, and got ready for my next adventure to the store. Strangely, my face wasn’t smiling. It was serious, as if this were a routine every single Friday. Or maybe it was! Was I shopping last Friday too? I can’t quite remember. Well, after thirty, everything changes—that’s what they say, right?
By Ina Zeneliabout a year ago in Humor
The Grocery Store Conspiracy: When Bananas Plot Against You
The Day My Groceries Turned Against Me Have you ever had a routine trip to the grocery store turn into a full-blown existential crisis? I have. It all started on a perfectly normal Tuesday when I reached for a loaf of bread, only to hear it whisper, "Are you sure about that?" What followed was an odyssey involving telepathic produce, a cashier with a PhD in conspiracy theories, and a rogue shopping cart determined to alter my destiny.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Humor
Not My Feet
I looked at my feet. Uneven and scrambled. After so many bumps into furniture, the third toe on my left foot, red and swollen, was ready to burst into pieces. It made me sweat every time I put on my left shoe.
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Humor
Kitsch, Bang, Aliens
The first astronaut with an OnlyFans account landed on Mars today, making history for the sex worker community. "I'm just so proud," said Payload Specialist Patricia Penrose, better known by her online persona Patty Payload. "I couldn't have done this without my fans. Speaking of which, make sure to subscribe to my channel for all my lewdest Mars content!"
By Tyler Clark (they/he)about a year ago in Humor
The Great Receipt Rebellion. Top Story - March 2025.
Linda Grapefruit had set aside 20 minutes to return the scratchy, ill-fitting impulse buy she regretted from yesterday. “Ahem,” Linda cleared her throat as the bored worker scrolled on her phone.
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Humor
When Integers Attack. Honorable Mention in Absurdist Awakening Challenge. Top Story - March 2025.
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By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Humor
Instacaptured
"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for deals, I can tell you I have no control over tariffs, but I have a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a brief career in the grocery game. If you let my family go, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you; I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for your goods, find them, and I will deliver. You'll never see it coming. Except, you will, because GPS is built into the app."
By LRBabout a year ago in Humor
Way to go, Zoh!. Content Warning.
Leaning her forehead against the cold, shiny windowpane, Zohra gazed longingly at the neighbor’s yard. Her favorite willow tree stood there, free. She sighed audibly. There was a moment—a pause—during which her grandfather stopped typing on his typewriter, and she sighed again, this time turning to him with the saddest face she could muster. Her lips quivered at the corners, her eyes downcast.
By Monica Theresaabout a year ago in Humor