Satire
An Experiment
On a gloomy Halloween night, my roommate and I were in our dorm room, gathered around a table. In the center of the table lay two empty beer cases. They were duct taped to each other and filled with crushed beer cans. On the edges of the boxes protruded four stacks of empty cans that were glued together. They all extended to the end of the table. Two of the stacks were parallel and they ended in liquor handles on the side of the table that we stood at. The necks of the bottles were inserted into the end of each stack. The right and left stacks ended in five double sized shot glasses with the openings facing in. From the top protruded a third box leftover from a finished twelve pack of beer. The left side laid open while the right was closed.
By Henry Felerski5 years ago in Fiction
No Nothing
Carol liked apples but Ted preferred pears. One liked to sleep all day, the other went for long walks thru the land never returning before the sun was lower than the moons. Both enjoyed lots of other things the other didn’t like, that didn’t involve the other. Carol would spend all day marching the garden, circling the lake, and chatting with all the animals. fowl, lizards, furred or bumpy skin, 2 legs, four legs, 6 legs, no legs.2, wings, one horn. She would have long serious talks with them lasting hours. they would sometimes answer back continuing long conversations filled with nothing but gossip and daydreams, everybody interrupting each other raising their voices, all of them trying to get the last word in. They talk about their feelings, days of boredom, ideas of letting go and moving on, of changing their pasts and futures. About taking off for the edge of the earth. What was farther than the eye could see.
By Craig Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Christmas Dysfunction
Before we get to the story, let me tell you who I am. No one talks about me on their Christmas cards or in their “Christmas edition” family newsletters, which by the way, is just to show everyone they are keeping up with the Jones’s. No group of carolers will be singing my name or singing about me. There are no tv specials or movies about me. Everyone likes to pretend I don’t exist, but oh, I do. All the drama, chaos, and general holiday fuckery you experience during your holidays? Yup. That’s me. I’m the Ghost of Christmas Dysfunction.
By J. Delaney-Howe5 years ago in Fiction
Who Would You Cast if Your Story Was a Movie?
Pick a story. Any story. What could possibly be more fun than writing something people loved? Or getting published? GETTING A MOVIE DEAL! -- And no, that hasn't happened to me. At least not yet. BUT, what if it did? Would you be ready? Do you know exactly who should play the parts in your story?
By Pam Reeder5 years ago in Fiction
The Coffee Opinion
By Thomas G Robinson When I stepped out of the tent, a supposed five-person tent that I remember getting online at Amazon, yeah, it was right after I got my second shot of the Pfizer vaccine. Not that that matters, because my only worry right now is if all the coffee is gone. I needed to get up and start this day. Still, it was kind of a shock to feel the cold of the forest grounds. Little rocks, sticks, blades of grass and weeds that were poking and tickling my feet were a cold awakening to the early morning sun blinding my vision briefly.
By Thomas G Robinson5 years ago in Fiction
Peaches
On the puffy couch, Helen sat in her pink bathrobe while her small dog Peaches snuggled into her soft plushy thigh. Helen was finishing a bowl of peanut butter ice cream, and entranced with the handsome figure of Alex Trebek on the TV. She savored the last spoon, turning it and pressing her tongue hard against the creamy cold. She liked Alex’s grey suit.
By Heath Hardin5 years ago in Fiction
