Microfiction
Give You - Give Me. Top Story - January 2026.
The Giving Hour I woke up ready, but went to sleep unprepared. I had no idea what the day would bring, in fact the day had started whacky. I had one sock on, my hair was a mess, and I had a cup on the coffee table.
By Charelle Landers2 months ago in Fiction
Dormiveglia
"Yes, I used to be in love." "And that is precisely why you are in rehabilitation. Come and sit down." "I'd rather not. Do you think the people out there are as happy as the government led us to believe? They seem beige to me--pleasant, flawless, but devoid somehow. I wonder if they have dreams of their own anymore."
By Jennifer Mckinney2 months ago in Fiction







