Sarcasm Stories

I'm not saying I'm old as dirt, but the Dead Sea was still alive when I was born. During that time I've seen umpteen number of Olympics Games and have watched the games turn from athletic splendor at its best to a hodge-podge of spandex wearing cereal box models.It feels like I went to a hockey game and instead of fighting, they do rock-paper-scissors. Of course during prime time they make me watch water polo, bike riding...

The 1” high bright red numbers of the clock read 3:38am. Another night when the pillow feels like a cinderblock. I turned the TV off at midnight. My brain must be a complete catastrophe inside with all of the churning and endless clamor.  The small nightlight attached to my emergency flashlight plugged into the wall gives off just enough glow to let me distinguish the contents of the room. Which I’ve done thousands of tim...

On and on the words do flow, A broken heart that will not heal. It doesn’t matter if she knows, If it isn’t the way that she feels. Sometimes it’s best to just move along, A one-sided love isn’t worth the telling. It makes no sense to sing the same old song, When it’s obvious she isn’t buying what you’re selling. There comes a time when the door needs to close, Waiting in vain is pathetic and sad. Nothing will change by e...

Here’s another crappy poem.. A few verses and words that no one heeds.. I guess this will fix ‘em and really show ‘em.. Or just be another shitty piece that no one reads.. Which lately it seems is usually the case.. There are some writers who can just drop a turd.. Then stand back and watch the chase.. Always being followed by the same old herd.. Puke on a page has become an art.. Grammatical smear in sentence and verse.....

As I have perused the profile pages of our membership I have often wondered why people have chosen to use the pseudonyms and pictures they have decided on. So I have decided to do an analysis of this phenomenon. To be fair, I shall begin with my own. Rascal I chose this alias because this is probably the tamest of the considerable number of names I have been addressed by, many of which I can't put down in a social site of...

“Owwww!!! What was that?” I yelled. “That was a reader,” someone close to me said. I looked around at the clusters of loose paper scattered all around the room. The floor was completely covered and in some places stacked with the typical 8.5” x 11” printer paper. “Oooompfff!! Yikes!!” I blurted out as I felt a sharp pain in my margin and watched as a 5” spike heel left a mark. “What is this place?” “Don’t you know?” he sa...