FICTION365

A simple premise; a bold promise
To present one story per day, every day—providing exceptional authors with exposure and avid readers with first-rate fiction.

Chew “Get out of there!” I yelled to the policeman. He looked mad and gentle.

Baby Alligator “Holy fuck, a little baby alligator!”

DIE, BRIZL I hate Brizls. Who could ever love a Brizl?

BRAY The commander began to laugh, and so the men slowly allowed themselves a little laugh too.

Re: Sugar There is no humor in the corporate world. I will probably die here.

The Heap Now she walked to the street, searching for an idea having something to do with the heap, something to do with disposal.