After I got droided, I thought Doral would be a reliable distro-hopping sitter. He (78%) seemed level-headed, and though organic by choice, never partisan or bigoted. But shrooming

Cathy Crates tried to wake up every morning thinking "optimism" despite some horrific events and self-embarrassments, but her keen sense of atmospheres and color grading gave her

One night at the desert diner, Guffy Harkins ventured a joke: "Before we even finish the border wall, humans will have mutated into space aliens!" "Tell me about it," said Verma,

Home Depot, and Michaels were next on line. JoAnns is already gone, A.C./ Moore went under COVID.

Cain's mark shone brighter when he remembered his Rosebud. It was an admission to those who knew. A tell. Outside the slick streets reflected the souls beneath our feet. Inside awe

Mayo. Node Mayo was the whitest, blandest, least saucy of all 12 Nodal Moons of Shaphat. But Krikli had a balloon of sriracha implanted in his neck. With COSMAX's help, they'd

"Strange." thought Hrengor the Beholder. "Born into a savage culture. Found my own way into smoothie-crafting at DM transit node 937a, only to learn of grander savage hungers."

Emmet Jericho admired and worried about his son, Alten, who reminded him so much of himself and his late wife. "Better get inside. When it's so still and you can't sense anything,

"You need not worry yourself about such things now BlastedHeath. The archmages are on their tea break. Now stop squirming so I can lay another great weight on your chest," said Ash

To whoever sent a box of "Sven's ashes" -- creepy, uncool, and not nice. Maybe that seemed well-intended to you? Sven and I are fictional, independent and cool with each other.

that I emitted a sigh of contentment. I realized my mistake right away so it didn't last too long. It almost killed me to squash it. I don't think it was heard by anyone. Just in

I'd like to mention that I am not behind any of the impostor reels that are popping up on TikTok and FB -- my posts from years ago were not about stone-slab-imprisonment tourism,

He sat back and evaluated His creation. Very solid, He thought. Maybe just a smidge more pestilence. Whoops! Dang it. I dropped the whole jar of plagues. Looks like the 1300s are

Sir Robin suggested Castle Anthrax.

, I began to slowly inch toward the door, keeping my hand on the trigger all the while. Aiming the already loaded .22 at the knob, I readied my shaky hands to prepare for it to ope

The evil Angel weeped of how cruel the heavens were to him, and

final moment of this measly life. He vomited when his life flashed before him. So much wasted time. The wrong turn over and over. The machine beside his bed quieted to a steady din

I tried to go boneless but my body betrayed me. My throbbing hobgoblin pressed against the hem of Wendy's yoga pants, threatening to wipe out the entire neighborhood if it didn't

"This is life" she tells herself. Sitting all alone, blackout drunk at work, at 2pm on a wednesday. Life has been rough lately. A recent addiction to cheese has slowly taken over,

enough, there were shards all over my carpet, and I cut my foot stepping on a piece and ruined the pure white carpeting with a bunch of blood. I bandaged my foot and put some socks