Dispatches

Quiet tragedy. Quiet horror. Micro fiction from the edge of collapse.
12
Sep
So. Be. It.

So. Be. It.

He ripped off his shirt and hurled it into the roar of fans. “Love you! Love you!” Mira glared—that
1 min read
15
Aug
The Cup

The Cup

Edward walked through Plovdiv's cobblestone streets. The ancient Roman ruins loomed over him, remnants from another time. Exhausted,
1 min read
18
Jul
Eyes in The Flame

Eyes in The Flame

The party ended but Emma stayed behind beside the beach fire. Her eyes fixated on the dancing flames while her
1 min read