Christine stood in the ancient courtroom, which, despite its venerable age, was remarkably well-kept. The polished mahogany wall paneling reflected the florescent lights up above. Even though most buildings had already switched to hex-lighting, the Halls of Justice had stubbornly refused to be drug into modernity. There’s a weight

“Okay, let’s debrief. On February 21st, 2026, we went to the Spalding Cafe, to meet the client.” Nicks said, flicking through photos on a small tablet placed between her and her companion, a woman with long red hair, seated across from her. The dirty lightbulb above them illuminated the

“Snow’s thick today.” Kirai said, battered rifle slung over her shoulder. Snow drifted down from the sky in big fluffy flakes, only to vanish from existence right before they landed on her exposed arms. Long scars traced across her well-toned muscles, some still pink from being freshly healed. One

“You want me to what??” Ser Ladon lifted his helmet’s visor and narrowed his eyes at the giant blue dragon, sitting atop her hoard of coins, gems, and other trinkets. “You act as if I’ve asked you to chop off your own head, or something.” She replied. “That

⚠️Content Warning: Mild references to corpses, abduction The words never come. You try to speak, and fail. Mouth moving. Still breathing. In. Out. In Out. In out in out in out. Alive. Yes, you’re still alive. Heart still beats. Blood still pumps. You check your limbs. Still attached. Bruised.

“Gah!” Ian exclaimed, stepping back from the until-recently-dead sparrow that was now hopping inside of the small circle that the children had drawn on the floor mere moments before. “It’s… it’s moving!” Brian gasped. Viera only stared, eyes fixed on the bird, mouth agape. The little sparrow hopped

The carpenter sat at his little workbench, in his little shop, hunched over a block of wood. Sawdust and wood chips clutter the desk he’s working at, even more piled on the floor. In his callused hands, he grips a chisel, chipped and worn, and small hammer adorned with

😈This was a story for Storytelling Collective's Flash Fiction February, 2026 Eliza slammed the glowing red button to her side, sending her star-craft hurtling forwards, narrowly avoiding the concussive blasts from the Xgnoxian weapons. As the force pushed her back into her chair, she frantically looked around, they