Satire
Sharing with Pop Pop
I will start by admitting that my father and I have large sweet tooths. In fact, they are large enough to possibly qualify as sweet bones. I’d always thought it was a learned trait and I could possibly prevent my kids getting the same. That is where this story begins.
By Michelle McBride5 years ago in Fiction
The cake is a lie
"There is nothing in the world that couldn't be done in three minutes." Some writer had said it. In three minutes I have to make my decision, and I am facing two choices: Either I eat the cake or I have to shoot myself. Pop! FINITO! Simple, isn’t it?
By Salomé Saffiri5 years ago in Fiction
Of God and Humans
God woke up, sat on the edge of his bed, pushed his feet into soft fluffy sleepers and dragged them into the adjacent room, wrapping himself into a plush bathrobe on the way. He so wished he could just sleep a little more, but this was a part of his daily routine and he knew what skipping it could mean for his charges: a disaster. As it happened many times before.
By Lana V Lynx5 years ago in Fiction
I Burn For You
Every Wednesday night the couple meets at the old barn at the edge of our property. It’s been going on all summer. Every Wednesday night I’m there, watching, and I don’t mean in just a casual, passive kind of way. I mean I watch them. I get there well before the sun goes down, I hide, and I watch. I don’t even change out of my scrubs first.
By Caroline Fremont5 years ago in Fiction
Shot in the Face by an Old Barn
Billie Stross's brains exploded out the back of her head. Tufts of feathery red hair, as if a summer tanager had been shot at close range, floated gently back to earth. One of the old barn's door lay wide open, a chair on its side with a sawn-off shotgun tied to it. A spring trap.
By Don McLennan, Jr.5 years ago in Fiction
RICKSHAWALLAH
In Lucknow, it was a hell-hot day of the last week of May 1969. The Sun blazed as if it was highly incensed at the happenings in this world and intended to reduce it to ashes. It was so hot that not a soul dared to move out if it had a shelter. In this land of penance and virtue, the birds and the beasts, whether in forest or a zoo, do find some sort of shelter but not the progeny of Gods who now inhabit this wonderful land.
By Arun Kumar Ph. D.5 years ago in Fiction
So You Think You Want to Write Satire and Humor?
Author's preface: If you ever wondered if it would be possible to write a satirical, humorous story as a response to a story detailing how to write satirical and humorous stories, congratulations you are a nerd. Also, the answer is yes, though it is very, very hard. Witness the birth of meta-satire, satirizing the satirical and humorizing the humorous. Although it was difficult writing this story was also a ton of fun. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. By the way the original piece upon which this meta satirical retort is based is pretty good too. Lots of helpful if very conventional techniques for improving your satirical and humorous writing abilities. I still think my version is better. lol!
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Fiction
