satire

Science fiction satire presented to mock the many generations of society.

Gold Rush
A heart-shaped locket. What an incredible piece of trash. I kick it off my way and continue my search. My search for the core. It has been thirteen months and nobody has found it yet. Layer after layer, we hit another dead end every day. We are tired, hungry, injured even. People are hitting rock bottom, and yet, no one has come close to finding the gold mine. Yes, a dragon-protected kind of treasure cave full of gold. Or was it a literal sea of gold? Maybe it comes in grains? rocks? I’m not sure.
By Ruth A.M5 years ago in Futurism
Science Retires
Author's preface: Because this story did not meet Vocal's ludicrous 600 word count minimum I am forced to add yet another annoying author's preface. This is in addition to the author's postscript at the end of the story which contains my anti-censorship statement and which I intend to attach to every story I publish on Vocal until such time as those policies are eliminated. Vocal refers to these policies as "community standards" but please let's call a chicken a chicken, or is it let's call a duck a duck? I actually don't think it is either of those but whatever, it is censorship plain and simple. See my article here which defines four of my biggest problems with them, but there are many more. In any event the big question now is exactly how many words am I at? Have I made it to the magic number of 600? If only Vocal's editor provided a word count for me so I did not have to waste 2 minutes cutting and pasting into Microsoft word to check. But alas, they do not. I am going to cross my fingers on this one, roll the dice and say, yes, I have now hit at least 600 words. Here's hoping! By the way the post is a humor classic from my vast library of The Onion style satirical news articles.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Futurism
Kendra and Lil. Top Story - July 2021.
Wearing the heart-shaped locket wasn’t required for Kendra’s clone to function. It was more of a memento or possibly a form of advertising, that the clone company included with the delivery of Lil, the name she had chosen for her new arrival. Kendra immediately fastened the delicate chain around her own neck. The locket itself was slightly corny – the clone company’s logo engraved on the outside, the left side of the open locket containing a photo of Kendra, the right side containing a photo of Lil.
By Priscilla Kensington5 years ago in Futurism
A Patriotic Fairy Tale
"How about a glass of warm milk before we start your bedtime story? "No, Are you sure? Okay, sweetie, let's begin with tonight's story."
By Lisa Shaver5 years ago in Futurism
Apocalypse Anxiety
They had never considered themself to be terribly brave, constant cases of the jitters often plagued any emotional feat they faced. Ashen faces, fragile bones and worn smiles truly wearing even the strongest resolves thin.
By Helen McCormack5 years ago in Futurism
A Heart of Brass
The first time I met David Scott through the lens of my tight brown leather gasmask, he was clutching a heart-shaped locket made from the brass that he had stolen off the tops of garden taps. Carefully placing it in my grasp he claimed that he melted them down, by rubbing them on his denim jeans, causing such friction that they could be moulded into the locket. “Probably should’ve taken them off first. The bugger damn near burnt my dick off” He casually joked. In reality, it was probably the constantly exacerbating heatwaves that made this possible, but I didn’t want to argue with this unhinged individual as he started loading his Antique French Flintlock Pistol. “Fucked if I know, if this shit-cunt thing still fires” he glumly moaned staring off into the blood-red sky numb to the sweltering heat of the beating sun. “What’s in the locket?” I asked him as he continued to examine his Pistol. “My bloody heart and soul of course. Means more to me than you will ever know” he exclaimed winking through his grey leather gasmask. “I’ll be careful with it then”, I replied carefully plunging the locket into the pocket of my pants. I was a tall lanky man with red hair and a beard sweating through a black pinstripe shirt with brown pants and suspenders that I was seriously regretting while he was a short bald man sweating through his rose-patterned white shirt with grey pants. We were in the middle of what was usually a busy highway, but today dividing the concrete monoliths of financiers and clergymen was a long asphalt track. Crowds of masked and unmasked people surrounded the edges creating makeshift barriers between the real world and the sideshow about to unfold before their very eyes. The heat apocalypse slowly but surely, killing us all seemed not to worry them as they eagerly stared at the other side of the road where Michael Brent, stood tall and broad-shouldered, in his cream-coloured shirt with a blue paisley vest and blue leather gasmask. He too was fumbling with his Antique French Flintlock Pistol. This may seem like a peculiar sight to you, but such events are commonplace at the Wernham-Miffler Institute of Hydration and Air Filtration Insurance, where workplace disputes are solved by the only efficient means possible. Pistols at dawn. My name is Keith Malone, I chronicle apocalyptic events affecting the workplace, this is my personal account of the duel that transpired.
By Zac Rose5 years ago in Futurism
Vaccination Day
We’ve probably all imagined, at one point, what life would be like if it was more like The Walking Dead. Probably nothing short of terrifying – but thanks to the new COVID vaccine, we might be able to find out for ourselves. Let’s look at the facts for a second. The world was supposed to end in 2012, according to an ancient Mayan prophecy. Now some of you might say “But it didn’t”. What if I told you it’s 2013 right now, and that the world could end at any second? If you didn’t hear the buzz in 2020, 8 years of history were allegedly incorrect. Meaning it isn’t really 2020 at all, and we’re all living in a lie.
By Josh Loewen5 years ago in Futurism
Gemini horoscope for June 2021
Geminis, it's party season! Time to hide away that evil twin this month. Pull your punches and plop 'em in the good ol' cocktail bowl, coz it's yo' birthday honeychild, and you best be on your dandiest behaviour if you want people lavishing you with the gifts and attention we both know you are craving.
By a.yellow.teacup5 years ago in Futurism
Gemini
Gemini (a tale of duality) by the ADHD Accountant – Krid 2021 05 Gemini are The Twins and are all about duality, both in opposites and in synchronicity. While this may sound like opposite forces are conspiring to pull them in different directions, and to fall in line with their friends and family that is an unfair attribution. Gemini are actually deeply empathetic and creative individuals who are often challenged between supporting others and expressing themselves.
By ADHD Accountant5 years ago in Futurism
Dishwasher
I fill up the dishwasher, place a capsule inside and press ‘Start’. It takes around an hour and a half to get rid of all the stains and bacteria. The plates, pans, mugs, glasses all come out clean and almost like new. Sometimes the water pressure chips a piece of a plate or scratches a glass, but the chance it happens is small, and the odds are definitely worth it. When I think about it, I wish I could get inside and let the water wash off all the worries, anxiety and thoughts, leaving me pure and clean like a newborn baby.
By Lili Grosserova5 years ago in Futurism
Closing Time
Melba! You made it. Thank God! I wasn’t thinking that those creeps out there would have let you past the roadblock they put out there in Anaheim. At least we know now there are other people in the universe who want absolutely nothing to do with the United States of America right now! Hell, they're more cartoon characters than any of us! And yet they think none of us have a right to live because we are cartoon characters. What idiots!
By David Perlmutter5 years ago in Futurism
A Magical Day in the Land of Vocal
Not many know the tale of the land of Vocal. In fact, it is a well-guarded secret place, full of wonders and mysteries that we can only speculate on. Theories run wild, discussions are held in hushed voices, and stories are told around the campfire.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Futurism