Historias de Capitalism

Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you. original work : oc x oc © depaysement 2026

POEM COLLECTION FOR THE MASSES "There once was a puppet man, beloved by all, but controlled by the masses. And when you saw him after the moon rose, never let his face get inscribed in your head. For the politicians want to see only the good, and never the bad."

Nothing much to take notice of ,except for an ancient woman who has been depressed since time long enough to indenture her philosophy in life regarding humanity (which least to say is quite misanthropic). Vykaria is an immortal that lived for several millenias because of curse her mother Queen Ishtar passed onto her since birth due toa ritual she performed which later transferred to her daughter after the babylonia Queen's execution die to biology and her father Elphash took her in raising and doting on his girl only to realise later just who's sins she inherited as decades bled,while he aged and eventually died. Vykaria is now stuck in the modern day a boring office job who is stuck in this beucratic hell people call work,but someone has to make the money...Since Vykaria's now stuck with her descendants Antobias and Dale (the are both cousins) while she's like tehir grandma or aunt figure? Honestly she stopped counting on how screwed up this family tree was. But when business trip to Iraq then to Jerusalem the birthplace of her parents for cultural reconstruction enters her mundane life, what does Vykaria do? She impulsively signs up,expecting some nonsensical cliche to happen like movies where spirts from the dead awaken ,but thats far fetched given Vykaria's history,for closure probably because she's holding onto nostalgia. Hoping for a purpose... But nothing ever happens...

This is a satire inspired the great George Orwell's "Animal Farm" but with a lighter ending like Kurt Vonnegut would do in his novels like "The Sirens Of Titan". Somewhere in a small forest, just out of city limits, is an angry little sparrow who learns what an economy is by observing the humans. He puts those capitalistic methods to practice with the Oak Trees' natural acorn production cycles to take advantage of the Squirrels with debt and interest. The little sparrow uses the help of the other birds to make his economy the best in any forest!

Omega uke Onceler-chan begins to question his all he's ever known when he meets his manic pixie dream alpha male, Marx-kun. Can this capitalist catboy change his ways? Written in part by my goofy ahh sibling

In the spiral of the Cold War humanity devoted all its time, effort and technological development into killing the other side. In the wake of peace after the war though, what would come of this technology? Would a gun go back in its case if it had the choice? *No A.I. was used in the writing of this story *This story is unfinished, things will change

Political Manifesto by me!

A factory worker on a space station has to save another worker from the dictatorial company that owns the space station.

A poem I wrote a while back about workers, their dying rights, and the coworkers that fight against them in the false belief that if they work harder they will be paid fairly.

"How do you topple a dynasty?" "Two sleuthing boys and a lot of luck." * * * © 2020, Francis Cain

Experimental...

CLOCKED OUT Your time is their money. Your mind is their asset. [THRILLER / PSYCHOLOGICAL / CORPORATE HORROR] Thirty years. Sixty-thousand hours. That's how much of his life Arthur Miller traded for a beige cubicle, a mediocre 401(k), and a gold-plated watch that stopped ticking the exact moment he received it. For three decades, Arthur was the perfect corporate zombie-invisible, compliant, and numb. He thought he was just a tiny, forgotten cog in the multi-billion-dollar machine of Apex Financial. He was wrong. Triggered by a sudden panic attack on his 30th work anniversary, Arthur decides to do the math on his life. But when he audits his own digital footprint and keystroke logs, he uncovers a terrifying anomaly: every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon for the last fifteen years is a complete black hole. The data is there, encrypted at a military grade, but Arthur has absolutely no memory of those hours. To his brain, those afternoons never happened. As Arthur digs deeper into the dark sub-basements of Apex Financial, he realizes his mind hasn't just been wandering-it's been hijacked. The company has been using his compliance, his clearance, and his literal consciousness to sign off on global crimes while he was "clocked out." Now that Arthur is finally awake, he wants his time back. And a man who realizes he has already lost his entire life is the most dangerous asset on the payroll.

"The word monotony was not in his vocabulary. For what purpose has a word for which there is no use? In a world of immortals, much like death, there is an absence of life. He was just along for the ride. A bored man half-asleep on a very timid roller coaster. His life was a washing machine cylinder, going round and round and round the merry go round until the washing cycle would end and he was put in the drying machine and he would go round and round the merry go round until the machine stopped and then he would die. "

Brought from the Philippines via Spain to fulfil an oppressor's dreams. Written and inspired by the style of Carol Ann Duffy's timeless classic compilation of poems, 'The World's Wife.'

The origin of a certain consumerist holiday in an alternate reality. Inspired by this Reddit writing prompt: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/7ghu9e/wp_once_every_year_ebay_sellers_don_masks_and/