Fiction

I’ve tried forgetting her but this philosophy class I’m in makes me think about her all the time. Every day I am a day closer to dying. I think I am having a crisis.

“What’s got you obsessed with this? Late night redditing?” “No,” Kathy said. “I think I dreamt about it. About being her. The girl robot. You know how dreams are; it’s all a jumble and you forget as soon as you…

Guilt and You don’t get bonus points for getting out of this world without scars

At the end of the week my grandma came and got me. I wasn’t really close to my grandma, because she lived two states away in Arizona, but Arizona was two states away from my dad, so when she asked…

Jade and Lucas were fraternal twins. That their hypothetical respective children be born in tight proximity was important, imperative, lightly exacted. Our babies will be just like twins. They’ll be the best cousins. The best friends. Jade’s tender want. Friendly…

Her dad wasn’t even some eccentric billionaire with an army of lawyers—half the money she would’ve inherited was frittered away on obscure cryptocurrencies and perplexing amounts of wild-caught salmon. But it is still a sizable sum of money, so here…

In the old days, these convention events had been scripted, safe. Now the network still had to maintain the FCC’s decency standards despite the president’s profane speeches and ad lib remarks. Radical bluntness, he called it.

It’s easy to be the protester. Something is always wrong. Imagine how hard it is to be the protested? Have you considered how much work goes into designing and maintaining a system of control that allows everyone, if they have…

When together, even the most ardent slime colonialist could not have drawn a border between your slime and mine. Slime planes carried us across oceans of slime to faraway slimelands which were, in the end, much the same as our…

“Decomposing,” they said, slowly, trying it out under their breath. The word felt different than the ones before—which could be a byproduct of having only half a mouth now. Or, maybe, it was finally the right one. Their heart raced…

I don’t care that our mothers are sisters, or that we’re supposed to be friends because we are cousins. With you dead, the whole summer will take a different direction. I won’t have to share the bed in the middle…

He imagines birds arriving in droves to bathe, drink, and preen. Their small beating bodies crowding this vanity he has made, sounds of their reverie like the soft plinks of coins dropped in fountains.