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 Millerabout a month ago in Fiction
Lifetimes . Content Warning.
Juliette I sigh as Itap my pen on my desk staring off into space, waiting for someone to tell me to do something and I think to myself I knew this would be boring but Jesus I'm gonna grow gray hairs waiting here. I get snapped out of my thoughts when I feel my desk shake and I see a big pile of papers towering over me as a man that won't even meet my eyes but scans my body says to me, the boss wants you to go over these and make sure everything is correct and when and/or if you are done bring them back to my desk.
By cheyenne about a month ago in Fiction
Calm Like A Bomb. Runner-Up in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
They ran their fingers along the plunger’s rubber grip. It was just another day on the job, and all in all it was a good job that put hot food on their table.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
The Weight of the Sky
The ceiling in the Miller household had lowered by another four inches overnight. Arthur noticed it the moment he sat up in bed. His hair, usually a defiant silver tuft, brushed against the textured drywall. He didn't mention it. He simply tilted his head at a forty-five-degree angle and shuffled toward the ensuite bathroom, already accustomed to the necessary contortions.
By Marceabout a month ago in Fiction
Uncle Tan and the Faulty Wiring
When the light flickers, people behave. When it stops, they explain. 💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡🏢💡 Tan here. A long-term resident of Block 345, Chestpeak Avenue.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a month ago in Fiction
Starlink Turned Off
After SpaceX curbed Starlink use by the Russian troops, Putin called Musk. "Elon, why did you turn off Starlink for my troops?"
By Lana V Lynxabout a month 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 2 months ago in Fiction
Sweaty Betty and the Law of Attraction . Runner-Up in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
No one cried uglier than a university student watching their balance vanish, but that would imply they had enough time to think.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months 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 2 months ago in Fiction
Smiling Friends is like an R - Rated Version of Gumball
I have recently been watching Smiling Friends, and it's one of the most hilarious shows I have seen in animation. Smiling Friends follows the story of two characters named Charlie and Pim, who are working for a company known as Smiling Friends. They are in charge of putting a smile on people's faces, and the duo goes through so much insanity just to get their clients to smile.
By Emy Quinn2 months ago in Fiction
The Town Mule
If anyone in town needed help, they knew to call Leo Germain. Though against his will, and despite his visible discomfort, Leo showed up on time just as his father once did. Just as the town expected him to.
By Kera Hollow2 months ago in Fiction
The Clitoral Myth. Runner-Up in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
“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 Glade2 months ago in Fiction