Satire

The Light of the Desert: The Story of Bilal ibn Rabah (RA)
Heavy with the sun, with its rays scorching the desert into an oven of light and heat, the sun stood over Mecca. In a small corner near the Kaaba, a man was lying on the ground chained to the burning sand, his back raw from the whip, his lips dry and cracked. Each inhalation was punctuated by pain but from his shaking lips was uttered a word that would not die.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
Escape!
They dragged Elon toward the East Wing. The room at the back of the bunker, Elon thought, it’s a cryochamber! He saw the Trump animatronic chatting at a pair of his lookalikes.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of Don Conrado
It was in this manner that he started his excursion: he wandered, at first, but as the day progressed, he found more and more of a certain purpose to his stride. The reader may thus conjecture that perhaps the overall mood that Don Conrado harboured on this morning had begun to lift, in proportion to the level of exposure to the sun, and the subsequent production of calcitriol, which flowed steadily into several of his deprived bodily organs.
By Delusions of Grandeur 3 months ago in Fiction
Katie Can't Cut It. Top Story - November 2025.
“I want to go home,” Elon shouted. "You mean to South Africa?" Katie Miller replied. “I thought you were smart, but you just proved me wrong! You are released. Go back to Stephen. You are not baby mama material.
By Andrea Corwin 3 months ago in Fiction
The Elite
Secret Service agents appeared at Elon’s sides and grabbed his arms. By their strength, they had to be animatronics. “Why?” Elon asked. “If you are sure that I will return to a ruined planet, why not let me leave?”
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
The Break-In
Elon snuck from drawer to drawer, searching the desk. Suddenly, the light turned on. “What are you doing?” his commanding lookalike demanded.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 months ago in Fiction
Trump 2.0
Elon hovered over the Imagineer as he reprogrammed the Trump animatronic. “So, he will recognize me as his master above all the others now, correct?” he asked.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
Thirty Seconds After Midnight
“Why can’t I go home?” Elon asked. The commanding lookalike sighed and pulled a tablet out of its briefcase. It queued up a video and handed the tablet to Elon.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
The Compensation Plan
“I heard you are asking for $1 trillion from Tesla,” the commanding Elon lookalike said as it looked over the bunker plans.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
Grokipedia
“Grokipedia is online,” Elon informed his commanding lookalike. “Very good,” it replied. “If we have control of their information, we have control of their actions.” It paused. “And your next propulsion system?”
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
Building a Better Army
Elon folded the plans for his latest propulsion system and tucked them into his pocket before entering the Oval Office. He stopped short when he found his commanding lookalike watching an Imagineer tinkering with a Putin animatronic.
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction
Elon the Alien Index
Table of Contents: Elon’s Space Force Building a Better President Elon Phones Home The Invasion The Ballroom Building a Better Army
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Fiction