Fiction Planet

“Merrick, I don’t know about this…” Lachlan muttered as their battered car pulled into the long, tree-lined drive.

What happens to our digital breadcrumbs when they are self-aware?

“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.” — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Mother Night (1962)

“He was terribly injured, you know, in the boiler accident — ”

The light bulbs in the alley are gone or broken but I still recognize it. We’re in the neighborhood where I grew up. It’s a broken down old…

Being dead had its advantages. She no longer lay awake at night juggling commitments, bills, and bullshit. That was all she ever seemed to…