Satire
THE INDIVIDUALS VS. JEFF BEZOS: STATE OF THE UNION
“I have the privilege & honor of presenting to you: The President of the United States. Jeff Bezos” A pre-recorded applause plays as the camera pans through a pseudo-congressional chamber revealing an audience of congressional vectors: brown machines with wheels for feet, human-like hands, a screen for a face and signature Amazon smile.
By Nicole Grant5 years ago in Fiction
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-Rogers5 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 Diokpo5 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 5 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 Fazzio5 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 Darrall5 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 Murphy5 years ago in Fiction
