Freedom of Movement

Freedom of Movement Jax stared at the ancient watercolor. “The cars had wheels? Why?” “They stayed on the ground.” “But what if there were trees? Or water?” “Well, you couldn’t drive on that part, just on the road.” “That’s so narrow! They must have felt suffocated.” “No, it was normal then. You don’t miss what…

Muse on Monday – November 28, 2022

This is the last week of AI-generated artwork month for the Muse on Monday posts and we’re ending with an epic space battle. Of course, the story doesn’t have to be a war story: it’s up to you to write what you think of when you see this. Story Prompt: November 28, 2022 Write a…

I, Fry Cook

I, Fry Cook Burger Lux felt like the unholy fusion of a crypt and a factory. A craptory, as I called it. There was no dining area, just four drive-thru windows along one side of the building. Behind the windows, a swarm of machines cut and fried and wrapped and packed 24 hours a day,…