Microfiction
Season of the Out. Content Warning.
Priscilla always thought adulthood would eventually calm down. Maybe not peaceful, but at least predictable. Instead, her life had turned into a year‑round carnival run by raccoons, children, and whatever cosmic intern was in charge of her fate.
By Syl De'Vila day ago in Fiction
Storage Shed
You go to the shed for a table leaf. That’s it. That’s the entire mission. A simple retrieval operation. A three‑minute task. Something so basic it doesn’t even qualify as a chore. You’ve survived gate guard at 0300, CQ shifts that felt like psychological warfare, and the kind of family chaos that should earn hazard pay. A shed should not be a threat.
By Syl De'Vila day ago in Fiction
Aurelius Ascends. Top Story - September 2026.
Aurelius Ascends had spent the best part of fifteen years shifting from a single figment of a dream to a glossy digital image on a one-hundred-inch computer screen, eventually realized by SpaceCorp's head designer, Lisa Scanlon, and put on the drawing board.
By Jonathan Townend2 days ago in Fiction
A Supervisor of Renown
Martha, Salutations! I appreciate working for someone so detailed and specific. We knew that our work would get a comprehensive, fine-toothed-comb review, noting excellence and marking areas for improvement. You were my supervisor for an eventful ten years, so please know that I realize your insight was better than mine when it came to annual leave requests. Your life after retirement will be filled with adventures of your own making. Congratulations on a well-deserved retirement.
By Andrea Corwin 4 days ago in Fiction
Finally, a Vacancy
To a man who managed to do so little, yet take credit for so much, we offer our profoundest gratitude. For twenty long years, your complete absence of visible effort has reminded us that work is, indeed, optional. We have watched you occupy an office chair with a dedication bordering on the heroic. As you enter retirement, may your days be filled with the leisure you have so richly earned, and may retirement prove as agreeable to you as your employment proved to the rest of us. Raise your glass. Your greatest contribution may yet be leaving.
By Tim Carmichael4 days ago in Fiction
