Fiction

Trilobite

Even half a decade after the news cycle washed its hands of the matter I could still recall details with ease. Though I preferred not to.

Mickey Mouse’s Bait Dogs

Pregnant potcakes from Belize and Cuba, foster failures from Miami-Dade, puppies found in trash bins.

God, We Were Married!

It was the best first wedding we could have asked for. But it wasn’t enough! Clearly!

Dolor

In Dolor, we had no concept of damage. Time was the closest to damage we knew.

The Goodest Girl

“I’m not afraid of a dare,” I said. “I’ll do whatever.”

The Hijack

Olivia Robinson was and is much worse than I am. She’s also, in the sense that matters to her and to our world, much greater.

The Children of Dzhankoy

A very Russian turn of events: no solutions, but the trouble passes—so why bring it up?

Old Peg

“I guess I should tell you about something.”

Aaliyah, or View the Infernal Storm

Her thoughts returned to the battlefield.

The Thief

Ebbing had perfect fetal recall.