Satire
The Job
Father didn’t want The Job. He posed in his blue suit across the desk from Mr. Major anyway, counting the ticks of the wall clock. Sweat itched across his scalp and beaded along his hairline. Mr. Major flipped a page in his hand and scowled at Father’s resume.
By Dillon R Morgan4 years ago in Fiction
And Everyone Clapped
I literally live on minimum wage, I’m doing just fine. I don’t get why people think you can’t. I work from 9am to 9pm Sunday through Friday, so that’s 72 hours a week, getting paid $8.25. I make about $600 a week and even saved up enough to visit Disneyland.
By T. J. Ward4 years ago in Fiction
Satire Of The Subsidized
Charlotte grew up in an assisted living townhouse in Sudbury, Ontario. Her father wasn’t around all that much so it was just her mother, brother and herself. Charlotte is still unsure who to believe, mom said dad cheated and was a deadbeat however dad said mom was controlling and constantly picking fights. Perhaps both sides of the story are correct but each one shone a better light on themselves. Charlotte’s mother, Kelly most certainly is the strongest woman Charlotte has ever met, she raised two of the worst children, maintained the household with the help of no man, kept everything clean and tidy, worked at a gas station and attended college all at the same time over several years. Pondering how she survived even a day overwhelms Charlotte. Obviously she lost her patience more than once a day and Charlotte doesn’t blame her however it definitely did make for a toxic home. Self care isn’t just important for one self but also does favours to those around. Every day was constant yelling and screaming and crying. Of course, monkey see, monkey do so Charlotte’s brother, Max and herself were hellish monsters. The shit they put her through, the shit she put them through.
By Kimberly Desrosiers4 years ago in Fiction
The Slop Shop
I read an interesting story once about a pig who decided to build a slop distillery just below a large birds’ nest (Think Animal Farm). He didn’t even get a chance to pitch the idea to the birds and their posh pig friends before they pecked at his flesh and tore holes into his equipment. “We don’t want that horrible shop in our neighborhood! The property value of our nests will decrease as soon as you put up the first brick!”
By Natarielle Sonshine4 years ago in Fiction
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By ANITA RACHELLE4 years ago in Fiction
Next!
Mmm. Another day, another boat load of problems just waiting for a grown arse man tired and hungover wearing a bright coloured apron and a name badge. There’s nothing worse than having to stand here and serve self righteous idiots. Let’s take her sat over there in the corner for example. If she tells me one more time that her coffees gone cold I’m gonna ….. deep breaths;
By Stephen Maloney 4 years ago in Fiction
Terror is Pink
“Has anyone heard from Jonah recently?” her friend asks during dinner, between multiple rounds of drinks, appetizers and entrees. They’re celebrating her and it’s been a good night, filled with laughter and support. The question barely registers amid the ruckus but enough people hear it to answer absentmindedly.
By Lela Draganic4 years ago in Fiction
Comic Sans vs. Times New Roman
Comic Sans vs. Times New Roman By David Lastinger Comic was new to the neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion that came with a required move. Comic didn't know much about what his dad did except that he was influential in his company. He worked with computers, and many people counted on him to do his job well.
By David Lastinger4 years ago in Fiction
