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:
If my cat scratches out your eyes, it’s just business.
From Issue #18 of the Jon Hakes Digest:
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:
“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:
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):
Forgot to check my shoe. Something’s biting. Scramble to untie.
From Issue #6 of the Jon Hakes Digest:
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.