Slots, vid-poker, peepshows—I thumbed dirty bills into every machine but the kitschy Zoltar. It didn’t take a crystal ball to see my future.

@DanielGalef lets it ride.

After saying my goodbyes, I cried in the waiting room. A stranger next to me whose son had died asked me to borrow a pen.

Nadia Campbell is a writer of short stories.

Please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up, he thought, waiting for his ex to answer the phone. She did and they talked for three hours.

@mindtoeye is a researcher, sculptor, code monkey, and writer. He works with robots and virtual humans but prefers his colleagues

This life is like a dream. When the rain falls on my windowpane I wonder who is trying to wake me up.

Sean Vartan lives and writes in Denver, Colorado, USA.

She speaks softly to you and you know you’re supposed to speak back. That’s what you paid her for after all.

Nicole Spangler lives in Florida and is still trying to decide if she should speak back.

He looked at the woman he barely knew. His future wife, and between them only words. Love would never strike. But it would blossom.

Arjun Byju is a fourth-year medical student in New York City.

Wendy feels panicky. The bread is moldy, there is nothing to cook for lunch, and her son is already talking about Sunnyside retirement home.

Fiona H Evans (@FionaHEvans) is a mathematician and occasional writer of stories.

Waiting in line to pick up his prescription, she tried not to look too eager.

C.D. Marcum (@CD_Marcum) is a haiku poet who talks too much.

She ran every morning. Not because she wanted to, but because she hoped it would fix something.

Ben Lockwood doesn’t know how to swim, so he’s always drowning.

They left last Monday, but no one noticed; things carried on all the same.

If the Universe had realized that was it, it would have protested.

Simeon Care is an English writer, currently on submission, who has been obsessed with stories for as long as he can remember.