Stories
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Aeton and Ioasephyn
Aeton was made for Ioasephyn, and she him, of this there was never any doubt. Formed during The Great Making and united in an…
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The Next Now
Though he swore to himself that he would never ever in a million years be caught dead doing it again, Clayton Jacobson wound up working late…
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Stars Go Blue
Coworkers called her Marionette behind her back and sometimes to her face, passing it off as good-natured teasing. There was…
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The Missing Piece
The Universe expanded just wide enough to allow worlds to form. And those worlds were meant to spawn beings. And those beings were…
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Micro-Fiction Corner: Low Key Nefarious
Nobody suspected the quiet tenant on the third floor because nothing ever happened loudly around them. Packages arrived on time. Rent was paid early. The hallway plant got watered without anyone asking. Even the recycling was sorted correctly. The trouble was in the details. A neighbor would spend twenty minutes searching for keys that had…
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Micro-Fiction Corner: Satan’s Making Waffles
Hell smelled different on Sundays. The usual sulfur, scorched iron, and damp stone gave way to butter, vanilla, and something sweet browning somewhere beyond the furnace halls. After several weeks, one of the newer arrivals followed the scent through a service corridor and found a kitchen large enough to feed a cathedral. Satan stood at…
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Micro-Fiction Corner: Electric Juju
The trouble began when the old woman at the repair stall refused cash for fixing the radio. She wanted a favor instead: carry a copper charm home, keep it near an outlet, and never plug anything expensive into the same socket after midnight. The charm looked ridiculous—wire, beads, a bent coin, and something that might…
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Micro-Fiction Corner: Her Pronouns Are Wife And Wifey
The correction began as a joke in the grocery store. A cashier glanced at the couple, looked at the wedding rings, and said, “Your girlfriend left her card.” “Wife,” came the reply. The cashier apologized, but the correction stuck around longer than expected. Soon it became a household refrain. Girlfriend? Wife. Partner? Wife. Significant other?…
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Micro-Fiction Corner: If I Shenan Once, I’ll Shenanigan
Nobody meant for the prank to become a legal category. It started with a harmless office swap: two framed certificates exchanged between neighboring cubicles, just enough to confuse both owners before lunch. The culprit enjoyed the reaction, so the next day brought a second stunt. Someone’s ergonomic chair was replaced with a throne rented from…
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Micro-Fiction Corner: Spaghetti Nosferatu
The restaurant kept one table empty every night, tucked into the darkest corner beneath a cracked painting of Venice. No one knew why. New servers were simply told not to seat anyone there and, if a plate of spaghetti appeared after closing, to leave it alone. Naturally, someone eventually ate it. The sauce was excellent.…