Grossman’s “Guide to the Galaxy” Tour
What follows is a brief summation of what Grossman sees through his red, roadmap eyes as he stares out across the experience of eighteen months since the publication of "Grossman's Guide to the Galaxy."
Tag: Satire
A Letter Regarding My Service at the Happy Valley Restaurant cum Carvery
Dear Sirs, it is only on hindsight that I am truly able to appreciate my server Nigel's innovative style, which others felt made him a 'cheeky bastard.'
My Twilight Fan Fiction
As Bella blinked, her eyes adjusted to the midday gray, and her mind began to think about how much high school sucked. And Edward. He was so beautiful.
An Open Letter to the Dead Girl
Yeah, you—the girl whose picture is plastered all over my yearbook. Just because you’re dead. What makes you think you're so special?
The Poverty Diet: Lose Weight the Involuntary Way!
With the Poverty Diet you can lose weight in one simple step: Be poor! The rest takes care of itself! Don't worry, you'll get used to the malnourishment.
419: A Nigerian Email Confession
Six million dollars for saving the President of Nigeria. For weeks I would be responsible for the life of a man I might never meet. Was I ready for that kind of responsibility?
My First Hogwarts Report Card
Dear Parents: As the school year ends, we are excited to update you on your child’s progress at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The Rise and Rise of Cheese
Some call it the yellow fruit. Some call it the holy friend of ham. Most call it cheese; and all love it, apart from Nazis and terrorists.
So You’ve Decided to Buy an Ed Hardy Shirt
Let me congratulate you on this new chapter in your life, one filled with glitter, embroidery, and fucking girls who like shiny objects (that's you).
Lovely Love Poem
Our love was real. Our love was true. Our love was like a cat that had ample milk to drink in a bowl of purity. Or some weird simile like that, you know?
Can You Be a TV Script Writer?
The following is a test. Read this story and then answer 3 questions. You will then be told whether you may send a sample TV script to the William Morris Agency.
A Letter to Myself at 14 Years Old
How you doing big guy, it's me, Future Bill. Or should I say it's 'us,' Bill. I'm writing you this letter from a spaceship house! Just kidding, the future is terrible.