Satire

A Flourishing Micro-Community. Runner-Up in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
Jake walked in full of hope. Eva sat behind a reception desk, radiating a well-practiced smile. “Welcome to Blossom!” “First day of work!” He matched her smile watt-for-watt.
By Scott Christenson🌴12 days ago in Fiction
There’s a Cow in the Room. Honorable Mention in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
Brian was attending the wake of his work colleague, Barry Rajacostellino. He never really liked the guy that much, although he had sat next to him at work for the last four years. Four years of putting up with garlic breath and his constant snorts instead of just blowing his nose.
By Calvin London13 days ago in Fiction
The Noise Complaint; normal is only a setting on a dryer
The first time anyone mentioned the noise complaint, nobody could explain what noise was. Mr. Alvarez lived in 3B. He was soft-spoken, walked slowly, watered the hallway plants when the super forgot. The kind of neighbor people described as quiet and kind even when they didn’t know him; which is why the relocation felt administrative rather than alarming.
By Cadma15 days ago in Fiction
Closing Procedures
On Monday, the sun rose in the west. It did not hesitate. It did not flicker. It came up with the same pale authority as always, only from the wrong side of the skyline, flooding the wrong windows first.
By Alain SUPPINI15 days ago in Fiction
Europa's Bull
Introduction While this is for the Vocal Challenge, it was inspired by this wonderful image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 17 days ago in Fiction
More Orangutans. Winner in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
Ernie watched himself get out of bed. It was part of his morning routine: he opened his eyes to the sky-mirror, and peeled the translucent covers from himself. He slept in pajama pants, and a matching pajama shirt, because he didn’t want the others to see his bare, milky body through the glass roof.
By Noah Husband22 days ago in Fiction
Please Hold While We Delay Happiness
INTERNAL CORRESPONDENCE Registry of Deferred Joy Quarterly Status Report: “After Things Settle Down” Filed by: Archivist 82
By Shannon Hilson22 days ago in Fiction
Lifetimes . Content Warning.
Anna I sit on my bed and wait for the candlelight in my mama's room to fade away as I continue to replay my decision in my head and I think to myself there is no turning back if I do this I'll lose everything but I'll be free with him. I take a deep breath and throw some clothes in a bag and open my bedroom window, I throw my bag out and follow not far behind it.
By cheyenne 24 days ago in Fiction
A VISION OF JUDGMENT
I was awakened by a terrible sound. “Bru-a-a-a!” it roared across the darkness. At first, I did not understand. I thought I was half dreaming. The noise grew louder—shrill, shaking the air, impossible to ignore. “Good Lord!” I muttered. “What an awful racket!” It sounded like some enormous trumpet echoing across the world. I tried to sit up, but something felt strange. Where was I? The sound rose higher and more powerful until suddenly I knew—this was no ordinary noise. “It must be the Last Trump,” I whispered.
By Amelia Miller24 days ago in Fiction
Lifetimes . Content Warning.
Juliette I sigh as Itap my pen on my desk staring off into space, waiting for someone to tell me to do something and I think to myself I knew this would be boring but Jesus I'm gonna grow gray hairs waiting here. I get snapped out of my thoughts when I feel my desk shake and I see a big pile of papers towering over me as a man that won't even meet my eyes but scans my body says to me, the boss wants you to go over these and make sure everything is correct and when and/or if you are done bring them back to my desk.
By cheyenne 25 days ago in Fiction
Calm Like A Bomb. Runner-Up in Everyone Is Acting Normally Challenge.
They ran their fingers along the plunger’s rubber grip. It was just another day on the job, and all in all it was a good job that put hot food on their table.
By Matthew J. Fromm25 days ago in Fiction
The Weight of the Sky
The ceiling in the Miller household had lowered by another four inches overnight. Arthur noticed it the moment he sat up in bed. His hair, usually a defiant silver tuft, brushed against the textured drywall. He didn't mention it. He simply tilted his head at a forty-five-degree angle and shuffled toward the ensuite bathroom, already accustomed to the necessary contortions.
By Marce26 days ago in Fiction