RACHEL YULO
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In this short fiction, I ditch all parenting rules and let my kid live in the bathroom when he says he never wants to leave.
An advertising creative from Old Earth is tasked to create a campaign to convince New Earth residents to remigrate.
A bat-breathing dragon seeks answers to his affliction. And a four-year-old boy does absolutely nothing to help. He does take a nap though. So.
In this post-apocalyptic world everything stays the same. We carry on with our nine-to-five, sending emails, wearing ties, calling a salad "lunch". Except for the fact that half the world is now submerged in water, it's still just another Tuesday.
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