Say something clever. Don Juan 2.0 Fiction BY Rich Larson Jack had only been running Don Juan 2.0 for a week, and he was already getting hella action.
“I dreamt a night-skinned cityscape and firebombed it to hell.” Dreaming Drones Fiction BY Rich Larson The two policemen across from John on the metro were turning off their shouldercams. That was never a good sign.
Put Out Every One Fiction BY Rich Larson The petrol leaks, dripping small craters into cool sand. The smell burns up inside Elliot’s nose. There’s a half-man lying at his feet, blurry in the dark.
Seawall Fiction BY Rich Larson They are walking the Cadiz seawall when Chelo tells her boyfriend what she saw on his tab. For a while Javier doesn’t say anything, just stands and looks back toward the beach, where gray waves are crawling to shore on hands and knees.