Category: Fiction

They send you down into the swamps of Atchafalaya to die with nothing between your teeth but contract ink and shame. There’s a lot of

Your children love you. They cry as you leave with promises of souvenirs. You need to catch your flight. Ah, but their runny faces as

In room twenty-one of the intensive care unit there is a comatose man, the ventilator that breathes for him, a tower of intravenous drips, and

On the day a space pod crashes in Quito, its nose buried in a flowery explosion of cobble, its legs bent, swooping wing-fins and webs

The doll did not remember when it had first realized that other people’s eyes were watching its eyes and that they would know what it

The tourist was screaming, “Κill me so I suffer no more” in the middle of the agora. Morning was early; the poor souls in the

Crècheships weren’t built to withstand the forces at play during a planetary landing. They were solely designed as engines of eternal warfare, meant to slip

Her name was Deb (Miss Debbie to the staff), but everyone at SALON LA BELLE called her Clockwork, a covert nickname one of the children

Thank you for playing, Malik! What is your next course of action? {EXIT GAME} {REQUEST TRANSCRIPT} Good choice. Below is the requested text-based transcript of

EmeraldEmpress123 • 3 months ago Burner account because I don’t want anyone I know to find this. Some context: I (34F) am an R&D contractor