Category: Inktober 2026
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Day 15: Hooray (Inktober Flash Fiction)
Nothing gives YOLO quite like speeding down US50 in a stolen convertible. 50’s not the most direct route, but it’s the only highway Calvada keeps paved this far north, and you’re not making it anywhere on residential streets with WaymoPD around. Luckily, the autohogs throttle out at 45mph and the faster threats are just drones…
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Day 14: Lady (Inktober Flash Fiction)
“Listen, lady, I didn’t order a pizza.” The last words an angry little man ever said to me. He glared at me in the doorway, pupils like graves and skin marred by decades of vitriolic bile. Behind him, a cluttered desk, a filing cabinet. No photos. A dullard no one would miss, but still…I hesitated.…
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Day 13: Flimsy (Inktober Flash Fiction)
The fire burned through everything Eloise ever owned. She stood on the curb for two days while the bay breeze slowly mollified the flames. When she grew weak, she laid across the sidewalk, watching the embers weep into the fog. Hers was the first house on the block to go up. There’d been layoffs. Everyone…
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Day 12: Toss (Inktober Flash Fiction)
She packed for a weekend beach trip. A sundress, an oversized tee for sleeping. Flip-flops. Sunscreen. She agonized over a tube of waterproof mascara, but left it behind in favor of her toothbrush. She tossed her bag onto the assigned lower port bunk of an empty quad cabin after wandering the decks bow to stern,…
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Day 11: Rescue (Inktober Flash Fiction)
Half of Ember’s problem was that she always expected someone to rescue her. The other half was that someone usually did — which is how she remained confidently stoic standing face to face with a ruddy creature twice her size and slick with mucous. Its viscous sheen glimmered against shattered glass under the fluorescents. She mused…
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Day 10: Mystical (Inktober Flash Fiction)
My parents moved to California for the earthquakes. I’m sure that sounds strange in the Early 21, but not any stranger than getting some mystical email from the future. The quakes keep us free. In about five years, the San Andreas will shake off the tech boom like a dog shakes off fleas; swallow up…
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Day 9: Ram (Inktober Flash Fiction)
She has trouble remembering when she wakes up. I knew it would be this way. When your dream girl doesn’t saunter down from the heavens, you build her with your own two hands! That takes patience, which I have in spades. (Look, I’ve tried to connect with wets. But they’re too stupid, too jealous, too…
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Day 8: Stinky (Inktober Flash Fiction)
It wasn’t the most pleasant place, but it was ours. The walls sometimes bled, and we could only take the trash out once a moon, which got a little stinky, but it was our stink. The canary roaches tried to move in every so often, but Tilly would strike a match and they’d scatter. She…
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Day 7: Panic (Inktober Flash Fiction)
You don’t know it’s coming until it’s there. And you can’t do a thing about it once it arrives. It’s really an unfair arrangement, but that’s the cost of adventure. You close your eyes; they’re useless now. You hear a slurp, a squeak, a squelch. You’ve been trying not to panic and you were actually…
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Day 6: Ogre (Inktober Flash Fiction)
Lost another finger at the factory? Macrospora in the rations again? Don’t have the bankroll to join an insurance cult? DON’T WORRY! Your closest OMEGACORP GENERAL REVITALIZER & ELECTROCOAGULATOR — or OGRE, for short — is located at [ENTER PATIENT LOCATION TO POPULATE]. Just look for the big green box, pay up, and step in! Quality…