Nanofiction Archive


From Issue #20 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

ONE HYPER-NOSTALGIA PILL TOO MANY

Remember five minutes ago?  Those were the days…


Halloween 2015 nanofiction:

WHILE YOU SLEEP

One by one, the centipedes come, traipsing down esophagi.


From Issue #19 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

CONSIGLIERE

If my cat scratches out your eyes, it’s just business.


From Issue #18 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

PSYCHIC KNOW-IT-ALLS

In the future, we will have told you so.


Labor Day 2015 nanofiction:

THE NEW LABOR

This time, our bridge to the moon had safety standards.


From Issue #17 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

JUST NOT WORTH IT

Antarctica melted.  We’d seen bad movies.  Decided civilization was done.


From Issue #16 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

TIN FOIL HAT OF THE GODS

Protons were never meant to decay.  Government made it so.


From Issue #15 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

STALLED ELEVATOR, MULTIPLE PATIENTS

The tracheotomy was easy.  I dreaded the triplets.


From Issue #14 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

ON THE WAY TO SWEET VERSAILLES

The road is lined with heads.  My neck feels fragile.


From Issue #13 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

SHAPESHIFTER

“That wolf ate my triangles!”

They opened it, found squares.


From Issue #12 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

MAP OF THE ARBITRARIUM

You are here, but you might as well be anywhere.


From Issue #11 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

POST-RATIONAL PARTY EDUCATION PLATFORM

To understand a dumb, threatening world, we need worse ideas.


From Issue #10 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

SLEEP DEPRAVITY

Anyone caught catnapping in the cryo-units will pay. Last warning.


Combined Friday-the-13th/Valentine’s-Day nanofiction from Twitter (2/13/15):

LOVE CONQUERS US

Took our hazmat suits off. We couldn’t handle not touching.


From Issue #9 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

MANTRA OF THE ANGRY PYROTECHNICS CYBORG

A chip in my brain controls the flame.


From Issue #8 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

RAPID RURAL NEURAL UPGRADE

If’n you’s ready, solve for “x,” on this mortal coil.


From Issue #7 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

THE FEUD BETWEEN MOUNTAINS GETS PERSONAL

You’d frack your own Mother for a quart of oil.


Belated Halloween nanofiction from Twitter (11/9/14):

UNUSUALLY CARELESS

Forgot to check my shoe.  Something’s biting.  Scramble to untie.


From Issue #6 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

DIRTY PUPPY

See Spot run for mayor.  See Spot indicted for racketeering.


From Issue #5 of the Jon Hakes Digest:

THE GREAT-GRANDMA ESCAPE

Nana built a spaceship.  She drove faster than the stereotype.