Prose

“Pinocchio Goes On Klonopin,” by Jorja Hudson

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

“This is Clonazepam, the generic for Klonopin. We’ll start you off on 5mg and you can just take it any time you feel that wave of anxiety coming on.”

Pinocchio had never heard of Klonopin before.



“A Christmas Miracle,” by Margo Hollingsworth

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

Kelsey was dead now, but it was supposed to be a Christmas surprise.



“When Billionaires Flee to Proxima b,” by Chris Panatier

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

The billionaires gathered inside their special room, the hermetically sealed one with piped-in HEPA air, aromatherapy diffusers, and personal attention chambers. The room, rarely used, was reserved for emergencies only, and nobody present would dispute that this was an emergency.



“Pacification,” by Virginia Revel

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

The Prince stood at the palace windows, pensively perusing the panorama below. He was, from his own perspective, a progressive potentate. He protected his people from pirates and other predators. He promoted prosperity. He persecuted the peasants only when they were presumptuous, and he had recently postponed a projected purge of the petty bourgeoisie. Yet on this day he was preoccupied with problems.



“Cherry Berry Lick-A-Licious,” by Cayce Osborne

Dec 20th, 2019 | By

Lord Abernathy’s piercing gaze blazed across the ballroom, the fire in his azure eyes burning a trail directly to Lady Annabelle’s loins. With a swish—

The shift whistle screamed, breaking Annie’s concentration. She clicked save on her latest story before stowing the laptop in her locker. Tucking blonde curls into her hairnet and stuffing the last of her tuna salad sandwich into her mouth, she hurried out to the bottling floor.