Satire
Urban Coyote
Woof! Miley Coyote here. You’ve seen me loping around the neighborhood. Bet you thought I was just gallivanting, but I do have a job, so if I’m moving, I’m on my way to work. Sustainably on my own four paws, I might add. Instead of burning filthy fossil fuels like some species I won’t name, I’m using organic rabbits as fuel. They breed like, you know, rabbits, so when I eat one, a dozen more pop out right behind them. Renewable.
By Barbara Andres4 years ago in Fiction
If you want us to consider your submission to my online literary magazine, make sure you read the guidelines first.
We’re glad you’re interested in submitting your work to our online literary magazine. While we regret that we can’t pay you, we think that the promise of seeing your work on our website, as opposed to your own, will be more meaningful to you than any amount of remuneration could be.
By Briane Pagel4 years ago in Fiction
Love is a Fire that Burns Unseen.
The first time Sheila set fire to one of Howie’s buildings, was seven years ago. “Burn!” she had sobbed through snot and tears. “Burn!” She wanted to destroy him for leaving her for that bleach-haired, botoxed floozy of a secretary of his. What a cliché he had turned out to be.
By Judy Walker 4 years ago in Fiction
