FICTION ARCHIVE

JANUARY 2026

It’s been over two months since your last visit—even though you drive within a hundred yards every day on the way to work. You tell yourself it’s because you’d rather remember her as she was. But deep down, you know it isn’t about what you want.

JANUARY 2026

Predawn, the pier was all angles and salt. The air smelled of metal and warning. Luc entered the lab, heart still beating to the rhythm of the storm, the echo of the sea’s breath heavy in his chest, metal giving way to the clean brightness he trusted...

DECEMBER 2025

Finding warmth in a warm place is not hard, finding intimacy in the cool night is just as easy. Finding love in a temporary town such as this is only possible if real-life rules don’t apply.

DECEMBER 2025

Two weary travellers docked at 0π0, seeking respite at Galactic Central Point. The taller of the two was an indigo-skinned Pybite with a prominent thorax and a forked tail featuring cybernetic enhancements common for pilots. The smaller was...

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DECEMBER 2025

Inside, the bathhouse smelled different from what Irene had imagined. Not fresh, not sweet, nothing so gauche as that, but heavy, wooden, almost bitter. She felt distinguished just sniffing the air, and then profoundly stupid for thinking that.

NOVEMBER 2025

A single fruit among the orchard’s bounty is enough to preserve your life. 

OCTOBER 2025

The watch ticked backward the way it usually did when the world was suspended upside down. Hard going for a sphere with a gravity well, but sometimes physics flowed strangely around Dot.