Microfiction
Welcome to the Teddy Bear Division. Content Warning.
Welcome to the Teddy Bear Division, Since I won’t be there to tell you all of this in person, I’ll state the obvious: this primer introduces general guidelines. No one of any significance will critique you. No one will reprimand any action you take. Only you can decide what is necessary and imperative at any moment, in any situation. As long as you do your job, you will face no real backlash here. You have carte blanche. You are a ghost. In this light: relax, and have fun.
By Philip Canterbury22 days ago in Fiction
Office Hours
“Thank you for seeing me. I wasn’t sure whether to send an email or wait until today, but every time I tried to write it out, it felt like I was either explaining too much or asking the wrong thing entirely. This seemed steadier. It felt like the kind of conversation that shouldn’t exist in writing.”
By SUEDE the poet22 days ago in Fiction
~Tinkerbell's Letter to Cousin Shee!~
07/07/0001 Dear Cousin Shee, Hi, It's ME, your favoritesss cousin 2nd cousin twice removed Tinkerbell, Here I am writing back to you! I am so excited about having this opportunity as I had gone pretty far in giving up hope that I would ever see or hear back from anyone there back at home in Tinker Town! I want to start with saying THANK-YOU cousin Shee for NEVER GIVING UP on me, and finding where it is that I might be, and Thank-you for then going ahead and sending a MAP to HELP ME FIND MY WAY BACK to Tinker Town!
By Jennifer Cooley22 days ago in Fiction
How to fill a hot water bottle. (Or, How to get through the night.)
1. Go to the cupboard where you keep all the towels and sheets. It's at the top of the stairs. Take a deep breath and roll your shoulders back. For this will take some effort. Reach up and dig into the mountain of materials. Past the scratchy towels, the creased sheets, the mismatched pillowcases, the marooned sock. Keep feeling until you find something somewhat soft. There might be a bit of matting from lack of use. With a slight hardness underneath. Grab onto it. Firmly. Begin to start pulling it out of its hole. Like a game of Jenga, don't let the mountain get on top of you. It helps to use one hand for steadying the mountain and the other hand for gripping on to the hot water bottle. Carefully slide it out. Take your time.
By Sarah O'Grady22 days ago in Fiction
Tall Timmy & the Top Hat
Timmy wasn’t just short—he was the shortest seventh grader in his class. In his school. In his town, even. He had to stand on his tippy toes to reach the faucet in the restroom. He had to suck in his breath and reach for his lunch tray until his back cracked. He had to find small windows of space in the horde of classmates during dismissal, just to spot his mom’s car. She frequently circled the pick-up line, as if she were a fixture on the worst carousel ever.
By SUEDE the poet22 days ago in Fiction
