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⚡🌵↯~Located in the Mule Mountains of southern Arizona is the Sonoran desert. In the Year of Our Lord 1880, troves of minerals & metals were discovered in that rocky terrain by a prospector named Judge DeWitt Bisbee.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡15 days ago in Fiction
Happy VD. Content Warning.
Something was definitely wrong. I’d always laughed about burning piss, but holy fuck, this was no joke. My dick felt like it was on fire, and not in the good way. I’d been on the prowl a lot since Debbie dumped me, tagging a groupie at every gig. Best way to get over one woman is to get over another few.
By Harper Lewis15 days ago in Fiction
What A Clown. Honorable Mention in Mismatch Challenge. Top Story - January 2026.
I heard of the jokester in town. My staff was afraid to share the tales, for they knew the stories infuriated me and punishment was my expertise. I inflicted many types, and excelled at using sharp objects and heated “instruments.”
By Andrea Corwin 16 days ago in Fiction
The Centerless Forest
We enter a forest, where the atmosphere is haunted; where satisfaction comes from pattern and precision. It is built around a procedural, almost algorithmic progression - a walk defined by rules, repetitions, and spatial logic in its geometric narrative.
By Antoni De'Leon16 days ago in Fiction
Sisyphus’ Punishment
I’ve been doing this for three thousand years. At least that's what I estimate, more or less. Can’t tell more precisely because I lost count of days and nights. With this job, you would too, anyone would. Yes, I have to roll this huge rock up not only during the day but at night, too. Up and down, up and down. I roll it up, almost all the way to the top, it rolls down under its weight and I have to start over.
By Lana V Lynx16 days ago in Fiction
Seven O'Clock
Finally! Fucking finally! He'd been waiting for the day. The day he could finally leave. And now that the time had come, he planned to do just that. For the past four years, it had been the only thing on his mind. He'd been preparing. He'd been imagining...
By Cristal S.16 days ago in Fiction
Non-Binary Future
Everything seems normal, but I wonder why everything is so perfect? There must be something wrong. The people in this city are looking good and there is energy. But they are hiding something. For the looming threat of nuclear war that will see sweep over us all. The climate threat, the rise of neo-Nazism. There is a sinister secret about alms I must know. Why does everyone in this city spend their nights indoors.
By Karl McBeath16 days ago in Fiction
Free Loveseat
Every other night, I notice the variation of kipple that loiters—the many monuments littering the city—of every single different kind of leather chair, plush recliner, and loveseat, and Art Deco sofa, many of which end up abandoned, deteriorating the crumbling, and most definitely paper-thin, sidewalks of the street. They rest discarded, like departed souls, or perhaps, the poor souls of Black folk, neglected by the bluest of eyes. Of all of the rubbish, chairs are my fancy. There’s a lot of character in the shape of a chair; the subtle curves especially remind me of the night women who stand on the curb.
By Thomas Bryant17 days ago in Fiction
The Room Holds
They always get one detail wrong. Sometimes it’s the color of your coat, sometimes the way you used to say my name, sometimes the order of events. I correct them gently, the way you would correct a child or a stranger, without urgency. It matters that I do it immediately. If I hesitate–if I allow the mistake to stand–something thins. The room, the air, you. I have learned not to wait.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales17 days ago in Fiction
