Microfiction
Give You - Give Me. Top Story - January 2026.
The Giving Hour I woke up ready, but went to sleep unprepared. I had no idea what the day would bring, in fact the day had started whacky. I had one sock on, my hair was a mess, and I had a cup on the coffee table.
By Charelle Landers11 days ago in Fiction
Dormiveglia
"Yes, I used to be in love." "And that is precisely why you are in rehabilitation. Come and sit down." "I'd rather not. Do you think the people out there are as happy as the government led us to believe? They seem beige to me--pleasant, flawless, but devoid somehow. I wonder if they have dreams of their own anymore."
By Jennifer Mckinney12 days ago in Fiction
7 Deadly Syns
Pride is where the scene is. They always are. Today it’s an observation deck above the Social District, wrapped in one-way glass that turns the city into a reflection until you’re close enough to realize it isn’t. From here, the crowd is abstracted. Movement without individuals. Applause without hands. 'And yea though I walk the alley, in a brush with death. I will fear no easel...for thou art is with me.'
By Kristen Keenon Fisher13 days ago in Fiction
7 Deadly Syns
Arlington, VA The wallet isn’t supposed to move. Watkins knows this before the alert finishes loading. Dormant for eleven years. No outgoing transactions. No inbound noise. A cold address so old it might as well be comprised of hieroglyphics. Created in a time when people mined coins on laptops and forgot them like spare change in a drawer.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher13 days ago in Fiction
