Satire
To Gift a Friend
Now listen... As I recount to you The perilous journey which brought these mysterious gifts into existence. I was in hills of feet searching lake and riverbeds for a foe worthy of my fearsome angler skills. When suddenly a tiny light fairy blinked and sounded her bell in my ear. She had an urgent message for me. A celebration of life on the morrow. A celebration of life for the kindest of friends. I heeded this Fairies message and changed my heading to that of the Park of Rivers. The dragon named Ford carried me through the hills winding in and out alongside the river of Kings. As we approached the Park of Rivers the beast settled and lay quietly beneath the smallest bit of shade and wasted not her opportunity to rest. I began my trek on foot and the ground seemed afire neath my sandled feet. I had little inclination of where to start. What gift is worthy of this friend?? Several days later I realized that I was now trapped in the Park of Rivers lest I make a decision quickly. The makings of my guts began to rumble for I had not acquired nourishmemt for quite some time. A smile crept upon my face as I immediately knew where I wanted to rest and regain my strength. The bbq of dickeys! I would recieve my traditional yellow goblet to remember such a fine meal. The bbq of dickeys was buried in the midst of Sierra Vista marketplace. A place with many fine shops and entertainment. I quickly mounted the saddle of my white dragon Ford and signaled her to advance quickly lest we perish from hunger.
By Christopher Head4 years ago in Fiction
Of Love and Water
Of Love & Water; A New Chapter Slammed into a moment of sheer physical poetry as the rain washed over me I became a gilded thing. As time collapsed the will to retrieve eluded me. So I stood in the rain. I waited hopeless as the water washed over in rushing tones,
By Melissa Eaves4 years ago in Fiction
Going Back in Time to Save the Titanic
It was a massive movie set. A pool of rolling water the size of a football field with a giant fake ship stuck in it. A replica of the Titanic. It was surrounded with tennis-ball-green walls. A fake horizon was to be copied and pasted in post.
By Victor Javier Ortiz4 years ago in Fiction
How to Survive in a World of Mortals and Mayhem
In the eons of time and space, many say all things are not only possible but expected and maybe foreseen. I am Captain Wayne Wainwright of the 2nd Regiment of the York Militia; I was born in 1765. I was born the seventh son of a seventh son. The first time I died was at the Battle of Queenstown on October 13th, 1812. I have lived many secret lives and some not so secret amongst the morals. This is my story and maybe the story of other immortals as well. Read the lessons I list in this volume and take them to heart.
By Bruce Curle `4 years ago in Fiction
Omar's Diary for March 2022
A new itinerant servant Our regular itinerant Lady Servant has not been available as much as usual during March. So, without any consultation or involvement in the selection procedure my Servants have engaged an itinerant Male Servant. Mitzi likes him very much and always makes a big fuss of him when he comes to Omar Towers to do his duties. As I have already said, I was not involved in his selection so I will remain a little reserved about this change. I am sure he is extremely nice and caring otherwise my Servants would not have engaged him.
By Alan Russell4 years ago in Fiction
The Kind of Girl You'd Go To Hell For (Or) The Plunge
The voice sliced through his brain again, ‘Dogs don’t have souls; they don’t go to Heaven.’ ‘Bull,’ his consciousness volleyed as his finger curled around the metal, giving the crescent a warm little embrace.
By Scott A. Vancil4 years ago in Fiction
