Fiction

Janopolis

At five o’clock in the morning, Tim told himself that it was time to go to bed and get some sleep. Tim still had two solid hours before he had to wake up for work.

Ten Years a Statue

You, so lifelike, are auctioned off to the highest bidder, a very rich man. The treasure hunters keep your wife, to let her accumulate in value, to sell at a later date.

montezuma’s revenge

every pixel hides a small bug and that’s how i hear your every breath and if you’re still alive it is only because i want you to fear longer escape longer suffer longer

Greenland

You, out there. You. Pitiless as (prioritizes healthcare) you have been. You, who were there for my first breath, who (has infected its first human) first breathed me in. I’m sorry.