Crop Circles
translated by Andrew Stallard I. "WHOOSH!" said a message on a screen. The pilot announced there would be turbulence as the result of another craft…
Bianca Transcends
“This is such a pain!” the thot thought to herself as she exchanged a nude selfie to a master gamer for some in-game tools that could be used by…
Who Am I?, Part 2
VI. A couple of days later, Kevin called Nick Williams. He informed him that the gun was used to shoot the lock off of a safe at McDonald’s, in a…
Who Am I?, Part 1
I. Yvonne Jones walked into the motel room where she lived in the San Fernando Valley. She just had a date and was flush with cash. She bought a…
When the Black Body Met the Alt-Right Hero
The Black Body lived in an American city; he had a name. What was his name? It doesn’t matter. What matters is that he read Ta-Nehisi Coates. That…
The Ring of Gyges, Part 2
VI. “The headband?” Adam said. “That’s not a ring, and besides, I just lost it. I can’t find it anywhere.” “The line between fact and fiction is…
The Ring of Gyges, Part 1
I. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Seymour Stackhouse was disciplining his son Adam under the watchful eyes of his wife, Beth. Adam was lying in the prone…
Show Your Work, Pattern IV: Recognition of Patterns
Arnold got an Uber home expecting to see himself evicted, but it turned out that somebody had paid his rent. His car was also sitting in the parking…
Show Your Work, Pattern III: Bad Luck
Arnold had just finished lunch at a local steakhouse when he was pulled over by the police; it was not just one police car, but what seemed like at…
Show Your Work, Pattern II: Good Luck
One Wednesday afternoon, Jackson asked Arnold if he would help him move some tables on the weekend from the local used furniture store to the center…
