There are eighty million women in the last city and no men at all. A priestess says she saw something the body printers stopped making. 7-minute read.
Three voices, one bookshelf — fiction and reflection in about twenty minutes.
Month: March 2026
There’s been a disturbance at the men’s shelter. A resident bit a guard’s hand. Two guards responded, looked around, and declined the paperwork.
A nun who can stay awake inside her own dreams gets adopted by three demons with excellent taste. Everyone has a feed they cannot put down. 15-minute read.
She is in love with a woman who can feel a lie the instant it is spoken. She has been lying to her since the day they met. A free 20-minute short story.
An undercover officer has moved into a squat on Avenue A. He is not there for the drugs. He is there for a man who has never been charged with anything.
They say she keeps a thirteen-foot alligator. They say she stole a soldier off the authority. Nobody can explain the cookies. A free 10-minute read.
She complained to the president about her neighbor’s pet. On camera. Out loud. Her neighbor is the Wild Woman of the Rim. A free 6-minute story.
Police shut down the weekend market. About a dozen officers attended; two or three is normal. The bookseller is named as having refused a lawful order.
A monastery where lunch is the only hour anyone may speak. She offers the new girl the rest of her potato. Nothing happens. Everything happens. 10 minutes.
She sees the dead in every hall and classroom and cannot switch it off. Everyone has rehearsed an awkward question in a corridor. A free 10-minute read.
A man in a tattered black suit sat down on the stoop beside the street musician and said his name was Death. They stayed there most of the afternoon.