Microfiction
Open Hands. Top Story - July 2023. Content Warning.
"There, there, little one," she cooed to the newborn. "You're alright. You're in safe hands. I promise you." It's dissatisfied little moans permeated the quietness of the room. Rubbing its whiskers this-way-and-that, it tried to search for the warmest spot to rest its weary head. Squirming in the palms of what seemed like a giant to it, the babe tucked its legs underneath of itself, trying to retain as much heat as possible.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
Martyrdom to Time
Code is everywhere. All of the time frittered away at looking into store windows didn’t bother him. He didn’t think it was a problem. He didn’t see himself as a potential candidate for being part of martyrdom to time. He instead relished the hours of waste that he saw fly by like blackbirds.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction







