Satire
A Christmas Carol- The Aftermath
It was the night after Christmas when there arose such a commotion in the street below that I had to tear open the shutters and through up the sash to see what was going on. The clattering sound that woke me was a police wagon being pulled by two stout horses. The disturbance was happening directly below my window so that I could hear everyone’s conversation.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of Riding Dragons
The toddling princess lacked any expression as the king placed her gently on the historic Stone of Ora. King Dolant and his small host of 10 had ventured deep into Hankor Forest- the thickest wood on the island. The forest is filled with every type of creature under the sun. They can be small and harmless like buzzing cranes or riggals. They can be large enough to warrant some fear like a forest fox or impact mole. They can be an obvious threat like a grizzly bear, or they can be something so complex that they cannot be put into any specific category.
By Brian Rosen3 years ago in Fiction
Silver Line of Power
A fiery rain poured over my head at sunrise as the field artillery fired from the other side, sending their led balls hurdling towards us. All I wanted was to get out alive. This dreadful war was the worst thing I had gone through. It was worse than when three of my cousins died the same day of cholera. If only the South would just surrender. They were on the path to defeat, why delay the inevitable and cause more death. They called what we were doing ‘Northern aggression,’ but I had called what they were doing land theft. Jefferson Davis was the one who wanted to break off from the union, but maybe Lincoln could make a few concessions, give the South some of their own land in exchange for every slave and draftee on their side being freed. I had no preference as to which side won, I just hated fighting. I was no cowardly deserter though. I had fought gallantly with my honor and integrity intact.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
