Satire
Of Love and Water
Of Love & Water; A New Chapter Slammed into a moment of sheer physical poetry as the rain washed over me I became a gilded thing. As time collapsed the will to retrieve eluded me. So I stood in the rain. I waited hopeless as the water washed over in rushing tones,
By Melissa Eaves4 years ago in Fiction
Going Back in Time to Save the Titanic
It was a massive movie set. A pool of rolling water the size of a football field with a giant fake ship stuck in it. A replica of the Titanic. It was surrounded with tennis-ball-green walls. A fake horizon was to be copied and pasted in post.
By Victor Javier Ortiz4 years ago in Fiction
How to Survive in a World of Mortals and Mayhem
In the eons of time and space, many say all things are not only possible but expected and maybe foreseen. I am Captain Wayne Wainwright of the 2nd Regiment of the York Militia; I was born in 1765. I was born the seventh son of a seventh son. The first time I died was at the Battle of Queenstown on October 13th, 1812. I have lived many secret lives and some not so secret amongst the morals. This is my story and maybe the story of other immortals as well. Read the lessons I list in this volume and take them to heart.
By Bruce Curle `4 years ago in Fiction
Omar's Diary for March 2022
A new itinerant servant Our regular itinerant Lady Servant has not been available as much as usual during March. So, without any consultation or involvement in the selection procedure my Servants have engaged an itinerant Male Servant. Mitzi likes him very much and always makes a big fuss of him when he comes to Omar Towers to do his duties. As I have already said, I was not involved in his selection so I will remain a little reserved about this change. I am sure he is extremely nice and caring otherwise my Servants would not have engaged him.
By Alan Russell4 years ago in Fiction
The Kind of Girl You'd Go To Hell For (Or) The Plunge
The voice sliced through his brain again, ‘Dogs don’t have souls; they don’t go to Heaven.’ ‘Bull,’ his consciousness volleyed as his finger curled around the metal, giving the crescent a warm little embrace.
By Scott A. Vancil4 years ago in Fiction
Not Like in the Movies
Over the course of my childhood, like anyone, I have had my fair share of obsessions. Like anything temporarily interesting for a child, they come and go quickly as soon as something else catches their attention. My obsessions ranged from Spain, rapping, getting my ears pierced, the new café on my street which I was so desperate to go to. But no obsession made such a greater impact on my life than fame. By “impact”, I mean writing a whole book about it!
By Kanako Okiron4 years ago in Fiction
