When the king fell, we said he lay in enchanted sleep, to rise in the kingdom’s direst need. We needed comfort, even if we must invent it.
Sean Vivier makes web apps, teaches ballroom dance, and writes science fiction and fantasy.
The guilt weighed on her, though not as heavily as the feel of his mouth on hers. In these moments his girlfriend existed only in abstract.
Tunika Onnekikami (@tonnekikami) is just trying to figure it out.
She only writes when necessary.
Neila Mezynski only writes when necessary.
He was seventeen when he first fully understood what being dead meant. He was eight months old again when he forgot all that he had learned.
Miguel Paolo Reyes is a researcher from the Philippines.
I click “Ask me a different security question” because it still hurts too much to type your name.
R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead) is the emergent consciousness of a spectacularly inefficient library shelving system.
What kind of a Philosopher would cry softly on the subway over a sports team?
Rick Andrews is a writer and improviser from New York City. His computer is making his eyes hurt.
Citrus scent punches the air; each fruit fits perfect in my palm. In the hot grove, in a wicker wheelchair, my mother eats her final orange.
Lucy Smith is in love with words and sentences. She tweets at @lucysmithwriter and websites at lucysmithwriter.wordpress.com.
You fall asleep waiting for me again. I take a blanket from our bed and join you on the couch. When you wake you’ll know I’m home safe.
Tova Bitterman has been published on Nanoism once before.
The princess sobbed over the death of the dragon who’d imprisoned her. She’d loved that dragon. And the prince had killed him.
Daisy Roberts thinks Disney movies are amazing.
The topless towers toppled. The golden temple folded into the sea. In the ash a child was drawing with her finger, the design of a palace.
Daniel Galef (@DanielGalef) is lost to history.