It’s so much pressure figuring out how to spend our winnings. Good thing we’re all going to die.

There were lots of stories in our reserve tanks, but our reserve story tanks didn’t anticipate this exact hellscape, so now everything seems ill-fitting and or tone deaf. But then again , what doesn’t? This crappy endeavor is still free, so we stopped caring. But not about you. We care about you. Stay safe.

What would it feel like to feel like feeling like God?

An epic fight between human and arachnid with potentially grave consequences for past and future sexual partners, all rendered in exactly 250 words.

Maggie Lungston is talking to her sushi again.

Isn’t it crazy that given the small amount of time we have to live we choose to spend any of it watching game shows?

We are driving toward, or at least near, a cliff, and if you were to ask this driver, some of the trucks don’t look so safe.

The person to whom we have ceded all power is emotionally stunted and in steep mental decline.

We really don’t know if, how, or when our shit is going to hit the fan, so we should probably catch up on the back log of television programs and then maybe pick up some canned goods. Maybe also one of those new shit umbrellas.

Within some brains, ideas drift like snow. Then those brains command hands shared by the same body to type these ideas into stories. And then you are stuck listening to this strange precipitation.