Satire
The Menders
When the gods summon, it’s best not to keep them waiting. But Jali was on the 8th dimension testing out new wave surfing techniques, and only Who knew where Raxis was off to. When they finally arrived at HQ, the gods known as Morpheus were impatient. They were lesser gods, not having fully achieved the One, nonetheless, they were a deity.
By Beth Imperial-Rogers3 years ago in Fiction
A Message for the King
“Again.” Daesr ordered the anti-gravity chamber operators. Rae was instantly launched into the air and while she swooped around within the chamber’s glass walls, Daesr ordered for the gravity to be returned. Nimbly, she somersaulted before landing right on her feet. She flipped her curly bob and grinned triumphantly. Meanwhile, Daesr looked unsatisfied.
By Jane Diokpo3 years ago in Fiction
The Road Not Taken
“I didn’t kill your mother! You stupid bastard I wasn’t even there.” “You were going to interview her, your employer even said you left to do it.!” John Calson was bald and sweating. His head looked like a ball. Mike Smith the accused murderer and journalist for the West Crumpton Post felt sick looking at it. It looked like the inside of a melon, just less delicious.
By Sam Westcott 3 years ago in Fiction
Jesus Creates the First Deviled Ham
Do you love Deviled Ham? I rarely have it, but I like it. By today's standards, "Deviled" just means to make spicy. Usually with Cayenne, Hot Peppers or Mustard, things of that nature. You can "Devil up" all kinds of foods, such as Eggs, Chicken, and even Turkey.
By Buddy James Fazzio3 years ago in Fiction
The Cat it was who cried. The Panda Bear that died
*Interview begins* So where do I begin: The investigation? The briefing? The raid? We were onto the Panda, it seemed. That was the skinny being handed down from the Intelligence Processors. The Panda, whose cyber-coding had set back production at the Factory on three occasions and who was known to dance up and down the Strata without any pity for the Board's quotas, or the Shareholders' Assembly, or the Citizen populace or even the workers. That bloodless bastard who had run rings around us for the last two quarters. We had him.
By Conor Darrall3 years ago in Fiction
Crazy Dan
He shuffled along the sidewalk, thin and stooped, head down and hands clasped behind his back. Every couple of steps, he stopped, staring at the ground. He inevitably kicked at something in the gravel. Sometimes, he picked up whatever it was and placed it in his pocket before examining it. Sometimes, not. Either way, he continued along unhurried and unaware of anything except what he might find next.
By Paul Murphy3 years ago in Fiction
Beacon
11:11 a.m. Corridor A girl with bluish hair, her name is Auburn, whirls around and locks the parlor door with a key that she found on the mantle beside her grandfather’s clock, a grandfather clock, that arrived no less than twenty-four hours ago shipboard from the continent. Her grandfather accompanied his clock. Both are quite grand, her grandfather and his grandfather clock. Both are ornate and full of crannies, one chiseled by tool, the other by time, talking and ticking with metronomic precision during a tea-time rant over the state of Grandfather’s affairs on the continent and why his stocks have fallen, and his blood pressure risen, and why he has come alone and not in the company of Grandmother, who would have insisted Grandfather still loved his clock more than his wife.
By Hugo Lasalle3 years ago in Fiction
Forfeiture
Nobody had been expecting a rate hike, but when the anxious crowd standing around the screen at the Battery grew, Saara knew something was terribly wrong. Faces went pale, there were tears and one co-worker bolted for the toilet. Saara felt something inside her plummet as she joined the viewers and watched as the news broke.
By Houssam Alissa3 years ago in Fiction
Giant Killer Spiders
I seem to remember my parent’s house having a roof over it. And also a lot less giant killer spiders hanging out around it. Maybe that was just me though. I wasn’t always the most observant kid in the world. Especially before the world went topsy turvy and started spitting out stuff like giant killer spiders. I won’t bore you with the details. Mostly because I can’t really remember most of them myself. Nuclear holocaust this, crippling cyberattack that. You know the drill. Long story short, all electronics have been rendered useless, hyper intelligent mutant insects now roam the globe, and I had spent the last six months traveling across the country to get where I was standing: Muncie, Indiana. My old stomping grounds. Weirdly enough, the whole town looked just like I had left it. Give or take about twenty to twenty five bug monsters.
By Ben Van der Meer3 years ago in Fiction