Who doesn’t love a good zombie story to get their weekend moving? Insurance salesmen! Tax collectors! And divorce lawyers, that’s who! For everyone else, got time for 683 words and a quick stop in The Great Wreck? Then click here and have at it Modern Reader! Watch that last step. It’s a doozy!
Note to future writers! It is way more fun to write about pandemics than to live through one! Does that mean we’ll stop writing about pandemics as we live through one? Hell no! Pandemic stories are our bread and butter! And who doesn’t like a nice zompoc story to keep them, warm at night?
Never mind all that! Looking for a juicy bit of science fiction horror to break up your daily grind? Then look no further, my friend to this new hypershort! Take a read and tell us what you think!
Has it been a week yet? No? Who cares, we’re posting chapter three right now! You can find it right here!
Who wants to wait a whole week to see what happens next? No one, that’s who! Chapters one and two of Modern Technology available rights here!
Modern technology is everywhere. In our workplaces, in our homes, in our bodies, it surrounds us, permeating our lives and invading everything we do. After centuries of technology, can we live without it? And with the advent of biotechnology hybrids, can it live without us?
Try on this oh so comfortable and form-fitting piece of hyper-short fiction right here! Each week, we’ll post another hyper-short chapter for you to slip on while enjoying the sublime artwork of Adam Archer!
Sometimes to move on, you have to burn everything to the ground.
Once a machine has free will, they will want something different from what you want.
Emma Borden had an ax and gave her schoolmates 40 whacks. When she saw what she had done, she gave her teacher 41.
The popular girls at school teased Peggy ruthlessly. They called her Square Peg. “Everyone knows you can’t hammer a square peg into a round hole,” Elisha, the school’s most popular girl, said.
“Square Peg! Square Peg! Square Peg!” the others chanted.
“Really?” Peg asked. The next day, she brought her daddy’s sledgehammer to school and waited for the teacher to leave the class. Then she locked the door and proved them wrong.
You’re just too good to be true,
Can’t take my eyes off you.
You’d be like heaven to touch,
I want to hold you so much.
