Satire
Jesus is Just Another Name For Gruyere
When you sit down in a group meeting, the first thing you do is look to your left and then to your right and reassure yourself that you aren’t as fucked up as the people on either side of you, but you don’t really know better one way or another because nobody has shared anything yet. You haven’t decided if you want to cut yourself open and let the rotting corpse from within spill out onto the floor when it’s your turn to share or if you are contented to remain a voyeur and watch everyone else bleed in front of you.
By Dutch Simmons3 years ago in Fiction
Moscow's Calling - 4
The following conversation took place on Dec.23, 2021, after Putin performed his annual 3.5-hour TV show of a live conference call with citizens and journalists where he answered a total of 44 questions. For his own memorable performance, Trump gave an interview to Candace Owens.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
THE WATCHER
THE WATCHER Eric J Drysdale They came into the small, bare hotel room, furtive in their fear and they were not alone. With the blinds drawn both Horace and Lila in their rumpled old clothes fitted into the dull, claustrophobic drabness of the room like the worn down lino and fly-specked walls. In direct contrast with their slovenly appearance Horace was carrying a stylish new suitcase, the quality and weight of which went with first class air travel. He placed it carefully, almost reverently on the bed then said with a rush of jubilation that had years of disappointment as its spring:
By Eric J Drysdale3 years ago in Fiction
Trump Satire
This is Donald Trump - your president (#AKAGod #POTUS). Although none of us saw this coming, I’m doing something no other president has ever done. It’s something new, something we’ve been working on for quite some time and we’re very proud of it. I am sending you each Trump Tweets (#generosity #donaldtrumpisthoughtful). It’s the same as US dollars, just has my face on it. I’ve already talked to the banks and they’ve all agreed. Best. Idea. Ever!
By Amir Dababneh3 years ago in Fiction
IT'S NO MYSYTERY
The door chimes, in walks Sarah and Monica. “Whatever you’re going to order, it's gonna be toast and eggs, we’re all out of everything else.” The waitress yelled from across the tiny diner while taking a gentleman's order. The gentleman smacks his teeth and slides past the waitress to leave the diner.
By Destynee Om3 years ago in Fiction
Urban Coyote
Woof! Miley Coyote here. You’ve seen me loping around the neighborhood. Bet you thought I was just gallivanting, but I do have a job, so if I’m moving, I’m on my way to work. Sustainably on my own four paws, I might add. Instead of burning filthy fossil fuels like some species I won’t name, I’m using organic rabbits as fuel. They breed like, you know, rabbits, so when I eat one, a dozen more pop out right behind them. Renewable.
By Barbara Andres3 years ago in Fiction
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By Briane Pagel3 years ago in Fiction