Satire
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part II
Stanley’s Theorem Greetings, my name is Reginald Templeton, the creator of Stanley’s Theorem. You are reading this because you have signed on to take part in our tests. You are either someone named Stanley, know someone named Stanley, or fall into the minority group of people that are not named Stanley and do not know someone called Stanley.
By Savannah K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Corporatocracy
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There used to be hippies, by the droves. Now? Drones. But dragons? Not a one. Unless you counted ‘Puff’ among them. The times of Haight-Ashbury and turning on, tuning in, an dropping out were all but over. Well, mostly anyway. It seems those in Silicon Valley happened to like the latter. Who knew you could convince the most discriminating palette to eat mushrooms, even if they knew they were grown in cow dung?
By E.K. Daniels4 years ago in Fiction
The Four Desecrations of the Unsacred Heart
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Then, we were saved by Noctu and King Cali.” Several rows of good Americans rested on one knee and recited the pledge together. They used to pledge their allegiance to the flag. They also used to die from diseases and ‘old age’.
By Fox Maxwell4 years ago in Fiction
The Semi-Warring States Of Dragon Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley that sits between the kingdoms of Dunkren and Rabicula. In fact, before their sudden and mysterious disappearance a few days ago, they had only been there roughly three hundred years.
By Brian Rosen4 years ago in Fiction
The Enemy Within!
There weren’t always dragons in the valley… but saying that, I can’t remember a time without them. We always hear stories from other people and of course everyone has their personal encounters and individual torments but to say they were never here is nothing less than ignorant.
By Nadine Halliday 4 years ago in Fiction
Insane Raymond Flincher for Grand Vizier
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Raymond lived in this Mistilian town to the very left of it-- Lewistone. It was his little connection town in the corner of the valley, just below the line in the mud between two mediocrely powerful regimes. He could trek fifty-five minutes North-West to be in Waltonby, and fifteen minutes South-West to be in Oron.
By Grayden McIntyre4 years ago in Fiction
Who cares about free speech, we're dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But then, there never used to be dragons anywhere—dragons being supposedly fictional creatures. But then there was a politician. I mean me. I admit it. I feel personally responsible because I kind of am.
By Hafeez Diwan4 years ago in Fiction
To Gift a Friend
Now listen... As I recount to you The perilous journey which brought these mysterious gifts into existence. I was in hills of feet searching lake and riverbeds for a foe worthy of my fearsome angler skills. When suddenly a tiny light fairy blinked and sounded her bell in my ear. She had an urgent message for me. A celebration of life on the morrow. A celebration of life for the kindest of friends. I heeded this Fairies message and changed my heading to that of the Park of Rivers. The dragon named Ford carried me through the hills winding in and out alongside the river of Kings. As we approached the Park of Rivers the beast settled and lay quietly beneath the smallest bit of shade and wasted not her opportunity to rest. I began my trek on foot and the ground seemed afire neath my sandled feet. I had little inclination of where to start. What gift is worthy of this friend?? Several days later I realized that I was now trapped in the Park of Rivers lest I make a decision quickly. The makings of my guts began to rumble for I had not acquired nourishmemt for quite some time. A smile crept upon my face as I immediately knew where I wanted to rest and regain my strength. The bbq of dickeys! I would recieve my traditional yellow goblet to remember such a fine meal. The bbq of dickeys was buried in the midst of Sierra Vista marketplace. A place with many fine shops and entertainment. I quickly mounted the saddle of my white dragon Ford and signaled her to advance quickly lest we perish from hunger.
By Christopher Head4 years ago in Fiction
