Shine
We are all barely here for barely any longer, but that still might be a long time, like however long the dinosaurs were here, and maybe still are.

We are all barely here for barely any longer, but that still might be a long time, like however long the dinosaurs were here, and maybe still are.
Why do we assume that aliens will find us attractive? I don’t even find us attractive.
We can’t promise it won’t sting a little to ponder olden times when you could casually browse the bulk section of a supermarket and maybe even flirt with another human without wearing rubber gloves or having to say, “where’d you get that mask?”
Some great feelings taste great together. Some don’t. Who’s thirsty?
Trigger warning: this story gets up in your personal space.
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.
We decided to get generous and release a bonus episode that we think will be a lot of fun to play out loud while you play at home with your Congressional action figures.
We’ve all been there. Finding something difficult to resist which you know you will soon find repellent and nonetheless still not resisting. Like your reflection in a mirror.
This is the last episode of 2019. Cherish it. It will warm your dead heart!
Everybody dies and then we forget it because we are busy dying ourselves.
There was a time when there was much more time because things were less advanced.
It’s lonely at the top. But, then again, tough shit.
Sometimes it’s not who you are but who you hope to be, and sometimes you hope to be that person by being with someone you hope will be like the exciting people you’ve seen in the movies. Here’s to hoping.
Awful stuff plus awful people plus your face equals can't miss entertainment.
Some conversations can take an entire life time to finish given all the digital screeches and reception blackouts.
What if the attending nurse knows more about our loved one than we do?
When an awkward exchange at the dinner table leads to passive aggressive suicide, don’t assume love isn’t right around the corner.
It is terrible when terrible things happen.
If we are running off a cliff, and there were a way to step back and watch us all run off a cliff, would you do so, or would you be the first to take the leap?
The future is here, and don’t worry, if you can earn enough money, you will have a romantic partner for life, or at least until their warranty runs out.
Do you giggle when people talk to you about people going poo poo and the subsequent cleanup rituals involved? Just curious.