Dark Humor Satire

Opal has two months to live. Terrified of dying alone, she makes a shocking request of her three cheeky friends: to help her die. Her plea is met with disbelief and denial. The shameless exhibitionist, the mouthy pill popper, and the lovesick beauty, each haunted by their pasts, dismiss Opal’s wish as a desperate bid for attention. Sure, friendships are easy when the champagne and money are flowing, but when helping a quirky friend could get you fifteen years behind bars, things can get prickly.

Drugs. Delusions. Or the Biggest Mystery in Florida Since Will-o'-the-wisp? Meet Barry Babcock, your typical Florida Man—unemployed, self-medicated, and living in a swamp-side trailer with a laundry list of bad decisions behind him. But when a death-defying stunt lands him in a psychiatric facility, Barry’s got a hell of a story to tell. To the staff psychiatrist, it starts off as the usual Florida nonsense: drugs, booze, alligator dodging, and some questionable life choices. But then Barry takes a sharp left into the unexplainable—because according to him, the real reason he wound up...

The night after her father's funeral, Claire meets Lucas in a bar. Lucas doesn't know it, but it's not a chance meeting. One thoughtless mistyped email has put him in the crosshairs of an extremely put-out serial killer. But before they make eye contact, before Claire lets him buy her a drink—even before she takes him home and carves him up into little pieces—something about that night is very wrong. Because someone is watching Claire. Someone who is about to discover her murderous little hobby.

Remy and Alicia, a couple of insecure service workers, are not particularly happy together. But they are bound by a shared obsession with Jen, a beautiful former coworker of Remy’s who now seems to be following her bliss as a globe-trotting jewelry designer. In and outside the bedroom, Remy and Alicia's entire relationship revolves around fantasies of Jen, whose every Instagram caption, outfit, and new age mantra they know by heart. Imagine their confused excitement when they run into Jen, in the flesh, and she invites them on a surfing trip to the Hamptons.

It’s bad enough that its venom-dripping chelicerae can slice through flesh like warm butter. Worse? It’s right there under the bunk. It’s a fact now. To make it through the night, the children must obey the rules: don’t get out of bed, stay out of the shadows, and don’t wake the beast. But as the threats multiply, so do the rules of survival. And with the safety of dawn still hours away, the fun is just beginning.

A few years ago, small-time finance journalist Matthew Prior quit his day job to gamble everything on a quixotic notion: a Web site devoted to financial journalism in the form of blank verse. When his big idea - and his wife's eBay resale business - ends with a whimper (and a garage full of unwanted figurines), they borrow and borrow, whistling past the graveyard of their uncertain dreams.

Athena Liu is a literary darling and June Hayward is literally nobody. When Athena dies in a freak accident, June steals her unpublished manuscript and publishes it as her own under the ambiguous name Juniper Song. But as evidence threatens June’s stolen success, she will discover exactly how far she will go to keep what she thinks she deserves. What happens next is entirely everyone else’s fault.

Meet Jim Carrey. Sure, he's an insanely successful and beloved movie star drowning in wealth and privilege — but he's also lonely. Maybe past his prime. Maybe even...getting fat? He's tried diets, gurus, and cuddling with his military-grade Israeli guard dogs, but nothing seems to lift the cloud of emptiness and ennui. Even the sage advice of his best friend, actor, and dinosaur skull collector Nicolas Cage isn't enough to pull Carrey out of his slump.

Smart, hilarious, and incisive, the Liberal Rednecks confront outdated traditions and intolerant attitudes, tackling everything people think they know about the South - the good, the bad, the glorious, and the shameful - in a laugh-out-loud funny and lively manifesto for the rise of a New South. Home to some of the best music, athletes, soldiers, whiskey, waffles, and weather the country has to offer, the South has also been bathing in backward bathroom bills and other bigoted legislation.

Have you ever been married to a demon…I mean, a narcissist? No? Well, let me tell you about it, and it ain’t going to be pretty. Grab a glass of wine—trust me, you'll need it. I’d always been drawn to the charismatic types. You know the kind—loud, brimming with confidence, and always wearing a smile that could charm the Satan himself. Little did I know, I was about to sign a lifelong blood contract with one who truly might. Now, being married to a narcissist is a lot like organizing a circus. At first, you’re thrilled to be part of something that excites so many people; then you...

One of the most popular novels released in the 1920s on the hedonistic Jazz Age, Gentlement Prefer Blondes was declared "the great American novel" by Edith Wharton. Told from the point of view of a blonde flapper named Lorelei in the form of her diary, this novel follows her adventures around the world in search of a gentleman companion who can elevate her position within society. As Lorelei cycles through multiple men, she discovers things about herself and the way that she lives her life in retrospection....

When a woman’s fed up there’s hell to pay. When a female demon is fed up? You’d better get the f-ck out the way. Wassup? I’m Xenia, and I’m sick and tired of my mate. And no, he didn’t cheat on me, that’s human crap to get mad at. No, the f-cktard can’t get over the thought of his baby brother one-upping him; and has been neglecting me as a result. Well, an idle mind is a dangerous place, especially when it belongs to an intelligent, female demon. When my father-in-law, the devil himself, gives me a task to wipe out an entire country, I jump on it. Especially when I see just...

No one should die on their birthday! It should be one of life’s rules. Super-rich John Newberry, the most hated man in Nettleton Top, is murdered at his own lavish birthday party but no one hears or sees anything. How can that happen in a mansion overflowing with guests? Unless they each have something to hide? Can the mystery be solved? The clues are there… if you can find them. Local society columnist and amateur detective, Nettie Pidgeon is on the case. Can she discover who the killer is before they strike again? Helping her along is her granddaughter Libby, who runs the Mrs. ...

The Charon/McIntosh clan is your typical dysfunctional family. They also happen to be four of the world’s best assassins. In this installment, high-maintenance daughter Olivia has reluctantly agreed to spend one month training with the most feared assassin of the last one thousand years, Master Rōshi Dorje. Chaffing under Rōshi’s supervision she jumps at the chance to join a security team to protect a member of a secret organization known as the High Council.

 Olivia soon discovers, instead of being part of primary security detail, her job will be babysitting the rebellious ...

H.H. Munro (Saki) is one of the undisputed masters of the short story. In this complete compendium, the full gamut of his subjects and themes is experienced. His stories are imbued with humorous satire, biting irony, and often the macabre, all of which have one target: the stupidities and hypocrisies of Edwardian upper-class society.

Deportation Content is what happens when the line between citizen and outsider shifts overnight and nobody wants to admit they saw it coming. Sam was born on the right side of the border but ends up hiding like he never belonged at all. His dad said talking might save him. His girlfriend said caring might save him. Neither worked out. Now, somewhere between the last protest chant and the next knock on the door, Sam records the mess the way he remembers it: half sarcasm, half slow-motion horror show, and all American. There are no heroes here. Just people. And paperwork. And a country very ...

Welcome to the office dungeon. Promotions? Power-ups. HR? Bloodthirsty monsters. Failure? A one-way ticket to the paper shredder. Doug Kinney hated his life before the dungeon cracked open under his cubicle. Now? He’s dodging killer copiers, fighting HR golems, and grinding XP in an office hell where survival comes with a stapler — glowing, oversized, and very, very stabby. With his foul-mouthed cyber-raccoon sidekick and a survival instinct fueled by coffee, spite, and pure middle-manager rage, Doug’s ready to smash his way up the corporate ladder — one bloody memo at a time. If ...

A gritty, darkly satirical short story about power, persuasion, and the peril of turning a blind eye to uncomfortable truths. Set aboard a seemingly ordinary tour bus, this story unpacks how truth can be twisted, trust can be bought with promises, and entire groups can be led astray, not through force, but through flattery, fear, and the seductive comfort of belonging. What begins as a frustrating travel delay quickly spirals into a chilling lesson in manipulation. A charismatic stranger promises salvation, but delivers only chaos, division, and delusion. Some passengers resist. Most stay ...

The last time Eric Gideon and Sean Heschmeyer were in the same place was the day of the accident. The day Eric’s dare landed Sean in hospital. The day the Idiots’ Club ceased to be. Now, exactly 20 years later, Sean is back, but he’s nothing like how they remember him. When former Idiots’ Club member and serial bankruptee Callum Jollie receives a surprise invite to a Heschmeyer Industries VIP bridge opening, he tries to persuade Sean to support his failing business. Sean agrees, but there’s only one problem. His money comes with conditions.

The Underwear Uprising Nobody Asked For (But Everyone Needs): EPIC EXITS III is Here There are books. There are bold books. And then there’s EPIC EXITS III — The Story of an Underwear Revolution: a chaotic, sweat-drenched, lion-roaring, menopause-powered masterpiece that somehow—against all odds —makes perfect sense. This is not just a book. This is a movement. (And in some cases, a pelvic one—see: **Spuddle Man Pants™**.) Bollocky & Buff, once a forgotten relic of bargain bins and uncomfortable gussets, has risen like a phoenix in properly ventilated knickers—and you’re ...