Category: fictions

originally “published” as a submission to the Brooklyn Art Library’s Fiction Project The theme of this year’s Fiction Project was “...

Excerpt from ACC PROJECT BRIEFING MARCH 14, 15926 The lack of organized response to the crisis indicates not only that the Project’s failure was wholly un...

writer’s note: i’m turning this story in for critique in a few short days, please feel free to leave your thought in the comments. thanks~ Jonathan ...

This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill! You have fifteen minutes to shower, dress, eat breakfast, and get out that door! Listen up, maggots, so you do...

The Gospel According to Reiko 1 In the morning was the Alarm Clock, and the Alarm Clock was with Reiko, and Reiko heard the Alarm Clock. 2 The same was in the b...

After a great chaos, a great silence. In a ruined bus, on its side in a ditch just off the highway, the air was still, and the people equally so. Rain beat agai...

I came into the king’s service on Sunday, February 11, after his guards informed me that I was no longer welcome at my own home. Although perhaps “i...

After a series of world wars brought the planet to the brink of collapse, the last man standing was the Neo-Communist regime of the United Kingdom. When the sma...