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May 20, 2022

The Seven-Hundred and Fifty-Eighth Floor

The apartment complex was infinite, but that distinction seemed theoretically irrelevant on the seven-hundred and fifty-eighth floor.


The Seven-Hundred and Fifty-Eighth Floor

The apartment complex was infinite, but that distinction seemed theoretically irrelevant on the seven-hundred and fifty-eighth floor.


May 6, 2022

We’ll Keep It on File

“This gap here, when you stopped going to the Moon—care to explain what you were doing in that time?”


We’ll Keep It on File

“This gap here, when you stopped going to the Moon—care to explain what you were doing in that time?”


April 22, 2022

And Fill Me from the Crown to the Toe

“See, there’s this legend about an actor, way back, decades ago. She died in an accident during dress rehearsal, but kind of… lingered, I guess.”


And Fill Me from the Crown to the Toe

“See, there’s this legend about an actor, way back, decades ago. She died in an accident during dress rehearsal, but kind of… lingered, I guess.”


April 8, 2022

Pen-pals

“I built this house with my own two hands,” the letters dripped. “It will forever be mine. YOU MUST LEAVE.” All that blood. Where does a ghost get blood?


Pen-pals

“I built this house with my own two hands,” the letters dripped. “It will forever be mine. YOU MUST LEAVE.” All that blood. Where does a ghost get blood?


March 25, 2022

Mixed Signals

“Maybe the doll’s a warning?” Sam offered, then reached down and pulled his Glock from its holster. He was making a case not to do something risky, as always, then getting ready to do it anyway. 


Mixed Signals

“Maybe the doll’s a warning?” Sam offered, then reached down and pulled his Glock from its holster. He was making a case not to do something risky, as always, then getting ready to do it anyway. 


March 11, 2022

The Queen

Nobody appreciates the effort involved with raining down balls of fire on a village. It’s skill, it’s training, it’s a blood sacrifice, and by that I mean my blood, not somebody else’s blood. That’s cheating.


The Queen

Nobody appreciates the effort involved with raining down balls of fire on a village. It’s skill, it’s training, it’s a blood sacrifice, and by that I mean my blood, not somebody else’s blood. That’s cheating.


February 25, 2022

Time Accounted For

My brother should be here any minute now. I’m scheduled for fifteen minutes. At 11:47, I’ll be sent back without warning.


Time Accounted For

My brother should be here any minute now. I’m scheduled for fifteen minutes. At 11:47, I’ll be sent back without warning.


February 11, 2022

The Daily Communion

They do not proselytize, those who worship in the cult of Viaremora. They bear no outward sign of their allegiance, gather in no places of worship when sacrificing to their dark goddess.


The Daily Communion

They do not proselytize, those who worship in the cult of Viaremora. They bear no outward sign of their allegiance, gather in no places of worship when sacrificing to their dark goddess.


January 28, 2022

Storm Wolves

“Maybe they were like us.” By which Williams didn’t mean His Majesty’s Army. Not the normal rank and file, anyway.


Storm Wolves

“Maybe they were like us.” By which Williams didn’t mean His Majesty’s Army. Not the normal rank and file, anyway.


January 14, 2022

One More Sunrise

Sunrises here are different. Some days I still expect a big watery ball of light creeping over the horizon, washing the hills in orange and red, turning the sky into a palette a messy painter forgot to clean. Instead, I watch a small white spot climb through an abyss devoid of any color, tinting the […]


One More Sunrise

Sunrises here are different. Some days I still expect a big watery ball of light creeping over the horizon, washing the hills in orange and red, turning the sky into a palette a messy painter forgot to clean. Instead, I watch a small white spot climb through an abyss devoid of any color, tinting the […]


Search through the archives using keywords such as title, author, prose fragment, or category. You may also search by month and year, or simply scroll down to view a selection of our most recent stories.


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May 20, 2022

The Seven-Hundred and Fifty-Eighth Floor

The apartment complex was infinite, but that distinction seemed theoretically irrelevant on the seven-hundred and fifty-eighth floor.


The Seven-Hundred and Fifty-Eighth Floor

The apartment complex was infinite, but that distinction seemed theoretically irrelevant on the seven-hundred and fifty-eighth floor.


May 6, 2022

We’ll Keep It on File

“This gap here, when you stopped going to the Moon—care to explain what you were doing in that time?”


We’ll Keep It on File

“This gap here, when you stopped going to the Moon—care to explain what you were doing in that time?”


April 22, 2022

And Fill Me from the Crown to the Toe

“See, there’s this legend about an actor, way back, decades ago. She died in an accident during dress rehearsal, but kind of… lingered, I guess.”


And Fill Me from the Crown to the Toe

“See, there’s this legend about an actor, way back, decades ago. She died in an accident during dress rehearsal, but kind of… lingered, I guess.”


April 8, 2022

Pen-pals

“I built this house with my own two hands,” the letters dripped. “It will forever be mine. YOU MUST LEAVE.” All that blood. Where does a ghost get blood?


Pen-pals

“I built this house with my own two hands,” the letters dripped. “It will forever be mine. YOU MUST LEAVE.” All that blood. Where does a ghost get blood?


March 25, 2022

Mixed Signals

“Maybe the doll’s a warning?” Sam offered, then reached down and pulled his Glock from its holster. He was making a case not to do something risky, as always, then getting ready to do it anyway. 


Mixed Signals

“Maybe the doll’s a warning?” Sam offered, then reached down and pulled his Glock from its holster. He was making a case not to do something risky, as always, then getting ready to do it anyway. 


March 11, 2022

The Queen

Nobody appreciates the effort involved with raining down balls of fire on a village. It’s skill, it’s training, it’s a blood sacrifice, and by that I mean my blood, not somebody else’s blood. That’s cheating.


The Queen

Nobody appreciates the effort involved with raining down balls of fire on a village. It’s skill, it’s training, it’s a blood sacrifice, and by that I mean my blood, not somebody else’s blood. That’s cheating.


February 25, 2022

Time Accounted For

My brother should be here any minute now. I’m scheduled for fifteen minutes. At 11:47, I’ll be sent back without warning.


Time Accounted For

My brother should be here any minute now. I’m scheduled for fifteen minutes. At 11:47, I’ll be sent back without warning.


February 11, 2022

The Daily Communion

They do not proselytize, those who worship in the cult of Viaremora. They bear no outward sign of their allegiance, gather in no places of worship when sacrificing to their dark goddess.


The Daily Communion

They do not proselytize, those who worship in the cult of Viaremora. They bear no outward sign of their allegiance, gather in no places of worship when sacrificing to their dark goddess.


January 28, 2022

Storm Wolves

“Maybe they were like us.” By which Williams didn’t mean His Majesty’s Army. Not the normal rank and file, anyway.


Storm Wolves

“Maybe they were like us.” By which Williams didn’t mean His Majesty’s Army. Not the normal rank and file, anyway.


January 14, 2022

One More Sunrise

Sunrises here are different. Some days I still expect a big watery ball of light creeping over the horizon, washing the hills in orange and red, turning the sky into a palette a messy painter forgot to clean. Instead, I watch a small white spot climb through an abyss devoid of any color, tinting the […]


One More Sunrise

Sunrises here are different. Some days I still expect a big watery ball of light creeping over the horizon, washing the hills in orange and red, turning the sky into a palette a messy painter forgot to clean. Instead, I watch a small white spot climb through an abyss devoid of any color, tinting the […]