Fiction

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.

Mad, as if in Prayer

Other captains destroy rebel ships—in accordance with their code of honor, they suppose. We are content to slaughter rebel crews. Leave the ship intact, we say, only wash the deck in human blood.