Tyler Donnelly

Joshua Plock

Yuki Asahina

Phil Harwell

Benjamin Chandler

English

The fish had one dream: to make erotic audio.

The problem he ran into was the amount of money it cost him each week to rent the recording booth so he could pour his smutty heart out.

Anytime he tried to record his boyfriend ASMRS at home, his mother would be very concerned. I mean, what would you do if you heard your son kissing his mic at 7am? And if his mother pushed him to pay the rent one more time for disturbing them with his audio, he would be broke.

“Can you at least wait until eight o'clock to do your mic kissing?” his mother called out from the first floor. “I can’t get my beauty sleep! How dare you deprive me of that?” After that, she went back to sleep, and it was then he asked himself… “Why am I doing this, anyway?” She

was never going to support his mic-kiss remix of Deee-Lite's "Groove Is in the Heart". He'd have to do it secretly. He took his laptop & mic down to the basement & huddled in a corner. There, he kissed the final beats. "Get ready world," he said & uploaded the song to Bandcamp.

A Fish’s Dream

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Andrea Coelho

Lazy Kitty

Sam Becker

Once upon a time there was a fish who wanted to fly to the moon.

I spent my life searching for the fish that plagued my dreams. I needed it to go to the moon, so I could have the first good night of sleep of my entire life.

It was like the creature was taunting me. Everytime I drew close to the fish it flung boiling tar in my direction and disappeared beneath the waves.

I knew I would have to resort to drastic measures to captured it, so I morphed into my giant squid form and followed the fish into the deep, the boiling tar now a mere annoyance.

Annoyance, yes, but it got in my eyes, which, inevitably, ground my progress, unfortunately, to a halt, so I just settled for living without it.
THE END.
“Yes,” said the author. “I am paid per comma!”

The Moon Is Not Enough

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Wandering Hedgehog

Galen Gower

A Burns

M Greenleaf

Bob enjoyed his career drawing adult cartoons, until a talking fish changed his life.

Naturally he din’t believe this was happening to him. But it was undeniable a golden fish name Bilbo had requested his aid

The fish asked him to set him up on a date! He was bad enough at getting dates for himself, but he supposed there was no harm checking on Plenty of Fish.

Plenty of Fish was full of boring fish who couldn’t hold a conversation. The fish decided for quality over quantity and search relentlessly for someone with specific characteristics.

Alas, fish conversations tended to revolve around water temperature, seaweed, and laying giant piles of eggs, and so the search for a quality partner—thoughtful, intelligent, humorous—dragged on as the poor fish neared the end of their natural lifespans.

As they swam upstream, one chatty fish suggested they launch an app to replace this seasonal struggle. They’d call it Spawn. In a few fin-swipes right, a fish could make a match, fertilize or be fertilized, and get back to the sea before the wranglers block their swim lanes.

The idea was a hit.
“Brilliant!”
“Let’s do it!”
Everyone had a suggestion. Too many in fact to keep up with.
“Is anyone writing these down?”
The current grew stronger. Shadows loomed ahead. Dating apps would have to wait. 
The bears waited.

Their hunger grew with fearsome rumbles and terrific roaring, until finally it broke free. 
"No, it's not time yet! If you go now, you're going to scare them all away!" The fish, ignored in his attempts to convince them, resumed his solitude. "Oh well, it was a good idea."

Spawn

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Zoe Becker

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

She would die in twenty four hours as the prophecy fortold. Jerry had to decide to save her like the cabal wanted or leave her to her fate.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

The prophecy was true and Jerry hated it. It meant the syndicate would win. Humanity was doomed. It was time to leave.

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