Microfiction: Bluetooth’d

Bluetooth’d (CN: Sexual Assault.)  Bluetooth’d Hey, baby Have you tried it? Brain to brain? Here. Let me show you. There, now you don’t have to go up the network and back. Just me and you, bluetooth’d. C’mon. It’ll be fun. Relax. Why are you resisting? Look! Your head is nodding. You smiled at me, you said yes. Dance with me. I said, dance with me. Wait. What? What is happening? Oh, shit. What’s this? I can’t move!

Microfiction: Our Trans-Cyborg Overlords

Our Trans-Cyborg Overlords (Our Trans-Cyborg Overlords was written in response to a GOP politician claiming that trans people are planning to build cyborgs and take over the world. Paranoia is as paranoia does, or something)) They know I’m here. I can feel them. Looking up from the page, Dirk adjusted the dim light from his homemade candle and dipped his quill into the ink he’d made from blood and soot. No other light entered his bunker. How am I to escape? They have enhanced vision, reflexes, muscles. I am just flesh and bone. As far as I know, I’m the …

Microfiction: Diana And The Donald

Diana and the Donald Somewhere in Gotham “Are you sure you want to do this?” Diana could hear the concern in Clark’s voice. He’d been at the Fortress of Solitude since the election, his immigration status uncertain. “Yes,” she lied. Her mother had prepared her for missions like this in the world of Men, but they were unpleasant. “Bruce got me an invite to the Tower. POTUS thinks I’m from the Greek government. Bruce let him think I’m interested in a private,” she purred, “diplomatic negotiation.” Clark guffawed. “It’s a good thing you can act.” “You aren’t wrong,” she replied, …