Le Prométhée mal enchaîné

by Nadia

ZEUS: You gave them a good run for their money. I heard you had them climb the muddy mound to your place on their knees. And they were never supposed to look you… Read More →

Purpose

by Nadia

Carl was a man who hated waking up in the morning and seeing his name spelled with a K, among other things. His stomach hated fried onion but Carl wasn’t the man to… Read More →

Saxby’s Album

by Nadia

Nobody said much to Saxby because Saxby wouldn’t say anything to anyone. To each other they said that that was him, quiet. He knew his head was not right, on the outside at… Read More →

Captain Romania, part two!

by Nadia

Our resident illustrator has finally recovered from her illness, so we are happy to bring you the continuation of our “Captain Romania” short comic! We apologize for having kept you waiting for so… Read More →

Story from Our Town

by S. Anghene

“You don’t want to get married, that what you’re saying?” “Should I get you anything else?” “Tea, thanks. Burning hot. I’m still frozen to the bones.” It was pretty nippy, granted, but not… Read More →

Captain Romania, part one!

by Nadia

Yes, dear readers, boys and girls, it’s that time again: a round number (story number 20!), so this means we’re giving you a celebratory short comic instead of the usual, straightforward story-and-picture. However,… Read More →

The Happy

by S. Anghene

Happy McDermont was hap-hap-happily sipping tea in the sweetly geometrized blossoming gardens of the Tea & Cake Green Palace with his friend Fluffy V. Content Tea & Cake II, and some other content… Read More →

Stalk

by Nadia

  The wail smelled of death, the electric whine stunk of annihilation and fresh black soil, raw and mildewed. The siren was there because there was a watchtower to support it. The watchtower… Read More →

The Power of N.

by S. Anghene

His name was Norbert but he signed his work with an N. which he carved into the base of each statuette. In fact he called them sculptures, which was miles away from the… Read More →

Evolution

by S. Anghene

The first time Leah glanced at a paramecium was during a biology class in high-school. It made her falter and lose track of the information-rich drone of voices pervading the lab. Later on… Read More →