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Michigan & Chicago

Spencer sat with his knees together, his briefcase across his lap. He checked his phone: the bus was now seven minutes late, but he was too embarrassed to ask the woman on the opposite side of the backless bench if this…

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Figment

I step into my newest patient’s dream on a Friday night and despite the recent Somnology ban. Rent and groceries don’t pay themselves, and I’m still looking for him. The dream manifests as a cinema, the credits rolling…

  • Jul 16, 2026

    Good To The Last Drop

    From his underground bunker, Dr. Kelly watched the global destruction on twelve monitors. He looked at his invention, The Unifier, a tear running down his cheek. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The Unifier should have…

  • Jul 16, 2026

    My Bubble

    I am ILII―infinitely large, infinitely intelligent. I suffer from ITD―inability to die. One night I was trying to kill myself out of boredom for the 1,256,257th time, when I found a bottle full of bubble solution. I…

  • Jul 16, 2026

    Primed by Prime Time

    The perma-tanned TV chat show host grins having introduced a line-up of guests who need no introduction. He says they'd also hoped to talk to Simone Hernandez from Duluth, inventor of the first working time-travel…

  • Jul 16, 2026

    The Chase

    The designer hat—gray, soft like a cloud and pricier than his last few checks, with a logo that often drew wows from others—was the gift he bought for himself the day he was finally promoted to supervisor in his old…

  • Jul 16, 2026

    Care Package

    Billy hadn't done this before, and Uncle Graham had left no instructions - but the place seemed nice. He napped until footsteps woke him, then he roared. "Who's that trip-trapping over my bridge?" The…

  • Jul 16, 2026

    One Way

    Tomorrow’s the last day of our summer in Switzerland, after weeks in the Alps, the Rhine, and of enough chocolates to last lifetimes. Tonight, though, was my last chance to make her reconsider.I stuttered and stammered…

  • Jul 16, 2026

    The Warlock's Tome

    The ancient book fluffed its pages, waiting. Over centuries, its contents had possessed monarchs, warriors, clergy. Together they'd wrought delicious destruction. But its paper was crumbling, its lifespan imperiled.…

  • Jul 16, 2026

    Scent

    I picked up a pleasant smell, today – one of the nostalgic kinds, which brings back recollections of memories unspecified. Most people complain of never being able to place the origin of such nostalgia, when they catch…

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