Satire

File 1: Lydia – The Vanity Mother
Hey, everyone. As the spooky month of October approaches in 2025, I decided to do a countdown of my favorite creepy and disturbing theories I have about ghosts from the Nintendo game Luigi’s Mansion. I know I jumped the gun on this, and it is now late into October, but hey, I live for the creeps and scares.
By V-Ink Stories4 months ago in Fiction
File 2: Chauncey – The Infant
Chauncey – The Infant Age: 1 Description: The spoiled baby of the mansion’s family, eternally locked in a state of tantrum.
By V-Ink Stories4 months ago in Fiction
God Is Bored
God got up early one morning, and immediately regretted it. Gravity, it seemed, which he hadn’t really invented, was weighing him down a bit today. He thought he should do something about the affairs of the universe, then remembered he didn’t rule the whole universe: just this miserable corner of it. He sighed and sat back down on his bed, feeling heavy.
By robert fisherman4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Prayer of Rahim
There’s a small village at the edge of nowhere — the kind of place where time moves slowly, and people remember everything. That’s where Rahim lived.
By Vocal Member 4 months ago in Fiction
The Knock that Woke Me. Content Warning.
*Trigger Warning: Home Invasion and Death of a Pet * A knock. Was it really a knock? Could it have been merely a left over fragment of a dream mistaken for reality?
By Penina Pohl4 months ago in Fiction
Just Another Tuesday. Top Story - October 2025.
Three loud bangs against the door, followed by the ringing of the doorbell like someone trying to win a button mashing minigame in Mario Party, jolted Clarence upright from his partial recline on the couch.
By Aaron Morrison4 months ago in Fiction
The Pot and the Ministry
“The Pot and the Ministry” A king was once passing through a region where people drank water directly from a canal. They bent down, scooped water in their hands, drank, and moved on. Watching this, the king paused for a moment, then turned to his minister and said,
By New stAr writer 4 months ago in Fiction
The Seed and the Satellite. Content Warning.
The three rapid knocks signalled trouble. "Not now," the man said from behind the desk, his voice sharp and serious but not angry. Then, immediately, three more knocks followed, their rapid hollow rasp indicating the anxiety of the messenger.
By mesa5 months ago in Fiction
A Fiddler fiddles a Hollow Ballad of A 'King'. A 'White' House burning Red. 🎻🎻🎻🎻
In a vast metaphor of a house, painted white, a hidden room exists within its hallowed walls. It houses Hope, accompanied by a Dream-Spider which spins emotions on behalf of its resident. Spider escapes only in dreams, never ever absent from her celestial duty of watching over her charge. But hope had been on a long and leisurely vacation away from the room...happily so. For the world was a much brighter place, with hope visiting everywhere.
By Novel Allen5 months ago in Fiction
T-Force
THE KNOCK The first knock came at 3:33 a.m. I sat up in bed like a puppet jerked by invisible strings. The sound was soft but deliberate—three taps against the wood, like fingers that had memorized the shape of my front door.
By Tony Martello5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home
The Last Train Home By Abdul Muhammad The station was nearly empty when I arrived. A single overhead light buzzed and flickered as I stood on the platform, clutching my backpack like it was a lifeline. The last train of the night shrieked in the distance, echoing against the concrete walls.
By Abdul Muhammad 5 months ago in Fiction
Timer on My Wrist
Timer on My Wrist By Abdul Muhammad When I was born, my parents said the first thing they did wasn’t check if I had ten fingers and ten toes—it was to look at the timer on my wrist.
By Abdul Muhammad 5 months ago in Fiction