Trump’s wrinkled neck skin hangs loose.
The sagging meat folds inward, transforming into a puckering orifice. The new mouth slurps in a raspy breath. The camera catches JD Vance fingering the folds, teasing the quivering flaps of bronzed skin open.
The veep plunges his hand inside and squeals. Ever the showman, Trump smiles for the camera and shakes JD’s greasy hand at the end of the performance.
No one, except the Associated Press reporter, disguised as a Bar Stool Sports correspondent, notices that JD’s watch is missing as the VP waves goodbye to the press corps.
I trust someone will report the theft to the DOGE-style department.
Yo! What did I just read?
This is a Discharge—a terrifying, grotesque, disturbing, or ugly short story that I’ve written to help me deal with this terrifying, grotesque, disturbing, and ugly world we all find ourselves living in now.
I was inspired by
’s recent short story posts and wanted to put my own spin to the exercise. Hope you enjoyed this piece or were repulsed by it! Either way works for me!
Nassy (good) werk.