satire
Relationship satire can be cathartic; when love hurts too much, just laugh.
Little Black Book
Its early afternoon in mid-January and I am in the second day of a road trip, driving my newly purchased old car west on I-40, slowly approaching the Texas panhandle. There is very little traffic but we have all slowed to a crawl due to an icy rain. The storm is moving east and I am moving west, so I am hopeful that I will reach New Mexico by nightfall. I haven’t decided on my final destination yet, but it will be in the southwest part of the country and it will be somewhere warm. This journey west is the result of a series of odd events that I’m still having trouble wrapping my head around. It started two days ago as I was walking through my neighborhood to the grocery store.
By Jeannie Wisto5 years ago in Humans
A Short Ribbiting Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, back when people believed in magic and feared witches as they should, a young German prince made a horrible mistake. He was out in the woods and came across a well. Most wells today have lost their charm, but in the prince’s day some wells were a home to a witch. And if you dropped her a coin, a gem, or offering of another sort that pleased her, she would grant your wish.
By Sasha Nichols5 years ago in Humans
Take My Hand
I don’t think she sees me. Ever walked in on something and immediately known it’s supposed to be private? That you’re intruding? I’m not talking about surprising someone coming out of the shower, or accidentally walking into something spicy after your roommate forgot to hang a sock on the door. Those are obviously situations where you’re clearly not wanted or expected.
By Ben Whitelake5 years ago in Humans
Spoilt for choice
Hal was an analyst. Seeing other people going about their day without thinking of the long-term consequences of their actions made him feel superior in every way. What utter nonsense it was to make life-altering decisions with your gut and to take risks that might lead to chaos. Being rash and shortsighted were the biggest flaws of humanity in his opinion, since the impact of even the most unimportant seeming choices could some day leave you alone in a world without purpose.
By Zora Kastner5 years ago in Humans
Unwelcome guest
“Knock, knock.” Someone’s at the door… who could it be? I checked my watch, realizing how futile the action had been, considering I hadn’t expected anyone all day. And yet, here we were, someone knocking at my door and me hesitating whether or not to check who it was.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg5 years ago in Humans
Atonement
That the money fell into her lap was beside the point, she insisted, but it was the truth. Sonia cocked her chin down slightly as she said it, acting out what she hoped came across as some sense of total seriousness eyes widening, rearing to take in his reaction from across the table: the jealousy she anticipated would lurk permanently behind his sure-to-be-furrowed brow, the work it would take to disguise her delight, the way the miracle had turned her into a child again, had sent her running around the room with nowhere to go and no one to tell and no real sense of what to do with it, anyway. Until now.
By Kristina Cuello5 years ago in Humans
The Owl, The Sheep, and The Lion's Roar
The barn owl looked down from the tree. He looked down on the rest of the animals, both literally and figuratively. He thought to himself, “there are too many of these dumb animals, they do not know what I know. I know the realities of this Universe, all they know is what is directly in front of them. And yet, I am included as their equal. I am seen as just like them, an oblivious animal. I am too wise for this, I have too much knowledge to deject myself to such a lowly class. I must come up with a plan, a plan to exert control over these lowly animals, so that I must never work for anything”
By Denise Heisler5 years ago in Humans
New Year, New Me
Ah, the year. The year itself is such an odd unit of measurement. A year itself lacks no significance, and yet at the end of one we all feel the need to shed our former selves and morph into something new, preferable, less loathsome than we were in the past. I do not care for that. I no longer wish to earn the envy of my peers or climb the ranks of my society.
By Ellen Campbell5 years ago in Humans
