Satire

Fruitless Apple Trees
Flickering flames dance around the steadily melting wax, prancing from wick to wick, glowing in a low orange light that is barely untouched by the wire apple tree next to it. Strung out limbs entangle as they spread from the braided base; shining metal wires stuck in forever only being a desk ornament perched upon a stack of books. No leaves, or flowers, or apples hang from the wires. Simple teeth baring disappointment mixes within a cauldron billowing over with stress, self-deprecation, and the possibility of unrequited feelings. Perhaps this is a metaphor, or maybe the only way I can describe the ever growing stone cold stress I feel? It could also be nothing or it could be a bullshitted assignment with no real meaning. All that is certain is that these words are words, created on a computer screen while 70’s and 80’s dance music blasts from a CD player across the room. And even then, maybe it isn’t.
By Ady Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Secrets in the Attic: Unveiling the Haunting Truth
A Quaint Attic, a Place of Shadows [Enter YOUNG EDWARD and OLD WILLIAM, standing in an attic filled with dust and forgotten relics.]
By Ammy 3 years ago in Fiction
Ethereal Embers: A Tapestry of Humanity
In realms of dreams and tales untold, Where thoughts unfurl and stories unfold, I weave a poem of human plight, A tapestry of our eternal fight.
By Silas Bassey3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home
As the clock struck midnight, the last train home chugged into the station. Passengers scurried to board, eager to escape the eerie darkness that had engulfed the city. But one lone figure remained on the platform, gazing wistfully at the departing train. Memories of happier times flooded her mind, but it was too late now. She watched as the train disappeared into the night, carrying with it her last chance at happiness. With a heavy heart, she turned and walked away, resigned to a life of solitude.
By APR3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Unicorn
The Last Unicorn The forest was dark and misty, and the trees were tall and twisted. But despite its eerie appearance, it was a place of magic and wonder, for it was home to the last unicorn.
By APR3 years ago in Fiction
The Tragedy of Melissa and Doug
Melissa and Doug sat across from each other. In the same chairs they had sat for many years. Many decades even. A whole lifetime they had spent, sat across from one another. Any measure of love either had for the other had dissipated long ago.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
"Whispers of the Forgotten"
The small, sleepy town of Ravenswood was known for its idyllic charm and peaceful atmosphere. But beneath its quaint exterior, an ancient secret lurked, waiting to be unearthed. The townspeople spoke of whispers that echoed through the night, chilling the air and instilling a sense of unease.
By Ebad Paras Afzal3 years ago in Fiction
"Shadows of Deception"
The small coastal town of Havenwood held a secret, hidden within its picturesque facade. Behind the idyllic charm and serene shores lay a mystery that had haunted the community for decades. Whispers circulated, rumors of a buried treasure lost to time, drawing treasure hunters and thrill-seekers from far and wide.
By Ebad Paras Afzal3 years ago in Fiction
The Rhino Revenge Deluxe
In the thickest thicket of the deepest, darkest jungle, there lived a bustling metropolis of exotic wildlife, a sort of concrete jungle without the concrete. Here, the cacophony of squawks and growls substituted for the honks of taxis, and thick vines took the place of steel skyscrapers. Among its many residents were Peryn and Atasha, the rhinoceros couple, living in a sublime cave house that was the jungle's version of a penthouse suite, complete with a mud pool for entertaining, which they fondly referred to as their "sludge jacuzzi."
By Iris Obscura3 years ago in Fiction
Secret Sociopath
Laying back on the cool, leather couch in a seemingly all beige office, Alice began to weep. James slowly looked up from his note pad and asked calmly, “Let’s go over what happened from the beginning, alright Alice? Now you said you and your fiancé broke up. What would you say led to this event?” Through short sniffles, Alice began, “Well I found out a terrible secret. The man is a sociopath, and clearly a spawn of the devil. I couldn’t stay with someone like that. He’s pure evil.”
By Robbie Nagle3 years ago in Fiction
No Way, Computer
One of the branches reached out and typed code. The other trees watched as the amount lines began to double, then triple. The roots of the tree began to type up the letters.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
"Shadows of the Blade: Unmasking the Machete Killer"
Once upon a time, in the shadows of a bustling city, there lurked a sinister figure known as the "Machete Killer." His true identity remained a mystery, as he operated under the cloak of darkness, preying on unsuspecting victims with his weapon of choice - a gleaming machete.
By AHMED BUTT3 years ago in Fiction