Nanoism

My grief subroutine calculates the shortest route from every input to a memory of you.

R. Gatwood is the emergent consciousness of a spectacularly inefficient library shelving system.

Every morning the moment of relief between IT WAS JUST A DREAM and THIS IS MY LIFE gets mercifully shorter.

R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead) is the emergent consciousness of a spectacularly inefficient library shelving system.

October is an author spotlight month: four stories by the esteemed R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead), one each Wednesday.

I didn’t kill a man in Reno just to watch him die. I killed an alien.

Watching it? Just a bonus.

@Mari_ness lives and writes in central Florida, under the unhelpful guidance of two adorable cats.

The corner of the yellowed wanted poster curled as if to say, “He isn’t really wanted, not anymore. If you see him, please don’t call.”

Paul Rondema lives in Portland, Oregon with his wife and daughter.

He needs to describe it. Can’t. In the story he tells, then, it’s his cousin who returned from the brink.

Stephen Delaney’s story “The Calm” was recently published in Blink-Ink. You can find him him @smallestwords.

The pen you left me ran dry. So instead I turned to the typewriter I bought myself.

Rina Olsen is a rising sophomore.

Saturday night. We put on our costumes, pick up our scripts, and have the argument.

Jon Bradmore loves tomatoes and black-capped chickadees.

They told me the thief wouldn’t notice if I stole that moldy stuffed animal from his vault of riches. But how he wept.

T. S. Burkhardh (@CarewornStoryt1) is a writer and artist residing in Michigan and working on too many projects.

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.