⚠️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