Microfiction
Am pregnant for a theif. AI-Generated.
As a skilled thief, Lena had always been able to rely on her quick wit, agility and stealth to get her out of sticky situations. But now, as she stood in front of the mirror staring at her growing belly, she couldn't help but feel like her whole world was being turned upside down.
By Henry Lucy12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Mizuki wasn’t like other cats. She was the sole survivor of her mother’s second litter, a fighter and a survivor in a city where life for a stray was either one defined by abundance or one defined by scarcity, and the latter tended to be far more likely. Mizuki was lucky enough to be picked up by a young human girl when she was a kitten years ago though, so abundance was her normal now. The girl lived above a row of convenience stores where lots of humans came and went, leaving a great deal of trash that brought mice and rats right to Mizuki’s doorstep. She hardly had to leave the warmth of one of the stores to grab a plump rodent for dinner when it rained.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
The Hardlands outside of Vargos, where suburbs sat abandoned and half-buried in irradiated sand, where cracked highways crisscrossed the landscape like dry veins, and the only water to drink came from bubbling toxic marshes scattered across the plains.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Hans despised every visit he had to make to Vargos. Back in Berlin, he didn’t have to hop into a flying car to avoid risking his life on the city streets. Moreover, back home, there was no degree of horrific poverty that even came close to what he saw in Vargos in passing. When flying from the airport to wherever his meetings were in the city, they always passed over the monstrosity of waste that locals called “The Roman Stacks.” It made his stomach turn to see the masses of people living their lives in what could generously be compared to a landfill.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Windfall Casino. There was a time when Willy Perkins’ businesses all did as well as the casino, but these days, all of his ventures were suffering the same fate as every other business in the Red Latch district: failing, collapsing, and decaying both financially and physically.
By R.R. Stephenson12 months ago in Fiction
