Category Fiction

Flipper

A figure in winter clothes stands in a snowy backyard at twilight, facing a glowing blue neon “OPEN” sign tangled in ivy, while two neighbors watch from the porch of a weathered wooden house lit with warm amber light.

When a weary house-flipper buys a decaying rowhouse from a man who swears his “art project” hums at night, the job turns into a surreal neighborhood exorcism. Between the meddling neighbors, a backyard full of snarled extension cords, and a neon OPEN sign that refuses to die, Wren discovers that some repairs belong to electricians—and some to whatever force keeps the lights of the world from devouring us all. Flipper is a darkly comic ghost-in-the-wiring story about ownership, responsibility, and the small miracles of doing things yourself.

Book of Matches

A warm, softly lit scene inside a mobile home converted into a tiny anime convention. In the foreground, a young woman dressed as a maid sits at a kitchen counter, counting dollar bills beside a notebook and a can of soda. A handmade bedsheet sign reading “REGISTRATION” hangs from the table. Behind her, a small group of cosplayers and fans—one wearing a fox tail, another with pink hair, and one in a wolf mask—chat casually in the narrow hallway near the open door, where cold daylight spills in from the snowy outdoors. The space feels cozy, improvised, and full of friendly anticipation.

In a forgotten corner of winter suburbia, a tiny anime convention blooms inside a rented trailer. Cosplayers swap stories in makeshift panel rooms, the smell of frying food leaks through paper walls, and nostalgia hums louder than the generator. But when a spark outside grows into something more, one attendee faces the moment that divides witnesses from actors. Book of Matches is a lucid dream about fire, duty, and the thin warmth of shared obsession.