What do sandals, sabotage, boundary-setting, scooter ghosts, and shirtless alien librarians have in common?
They all made it into this week’s dispatch.
We’ve got:
A brand new novella (Scorched Processors) featuring AI burnout, corporate negligence, and the emotional arc of a literal containment unit.
A deeply personal letter collection (Garden of Boundaries) about love, letting go, and choosing peace over performance.
Chapter 1 of our newest serial, The Suspended One, in which Lexi and R’thax open the wrong vault and unleash something unclassified (but possibly sexy).
Two new poems: Carpe Tevas (ode to terrible sandals and worse decisions) and Death on a Scooter (a haunting, if slightly feral, farewell).
All that, plus pixel art and three new trees planted to keep our stories carbon-conscious.
Let’s get into it. 🌲📖💻
🔥 Scorched Processors - Novella
A campy science fiction release.
Failsafe is a freelance disaster unit with one job: contain the problem. Unfortunately, the problem is everything.
From bureaucratic sabotage to weaponized HR memos, this short story blends corporate satire, snarky AI resilience, and a surprising amount of heart. If you’ve ever felt emotionally overclocked in a broken system, Failsafe understands.
Pixel art included. Dignity optional.
📖 The Suspended One – Chapter 1
Start of a serial fiction.
Deep inside the Library of Exhalations, two alien archivists uncover a vault that should’ve stayed sealed.
Meet Lexi: stylish, sarcastic, and just barely holding this job together. Meet R’thax: muscular, mysterious, and definitely not wearing a shirt. Together, they’ll face interdimensional chaos, forbidden catalog entries, and the slow burn of unresolved tension.
Library horror, cosmic flirtation, and pixel art—all neatly shelved.
Read Chapter 1 →
🏡 Garden of Boundaries
A new collection of writing.
Three letters. One fence. A quiet act of release.
This intimate collection gathers unsent words from the past—reflections on love, partnership, and personal values—offered not as a reckoning, but as a form of letting go.
Tender, clear-eyed, and rooted in emotional sovereignty, Garden of Boundaries is a small archive of what no longer needs to be carried.
Read it here →
đź’€ Death on a Scooter - Poem
Inspired by a local teen.
He rides through town in head-to-toe black,
A skeleton soul with a ghostly knack.
No horse, no cart, no thunderous roar—
Just e-scooter wheels and a whisper of gore.
His scythe is strapped with a bungee cord,
He hums a tune as he reaps the horde.
Helmet laws? He doesn’t care.
What’s the worst—he’ll lose his hair?
He zips past joggers, dogs, and teens,
Harvesting souls in the bike lane scenes.
A busker screams, “The end is nigh!”
He just shrugs and scoots on by.
He drifted left. You didn’t yield.
Now you’re a whisper in a poppy field.
So signal twice and check your blind,
Or Death-on-Wheels might roll behind.
🏄 Carpe Tevas - Poem
Based on a true story.
Seize the day? Nah—seize the shoe!
Strap those Tevas, glide on through.
With toes exposed and vengeance near,
He paddles forth. We quake in fear.
Across the sea he cuts a line,
A sandal knight with wrath divine.
His calves are flexed, his brows are tight—
You’d think we stole his parking right.
We sat on rocks, just soaking sun,
When suddenly—a Teva'd one!
He sped toward us, full attack,
With ocean rage and sandal clack.
What did he want? A snack? Revenge?
A paddle duel upon the fringe?
We never learned. He veered away,
Just came to Carpe up our day.
So when you see that footwear flash,
And hear the salty oceans crash,
Beware the soul who grips his oar—
In Tevas, war is at the shore.
🌳 More Trees Planted
This week, we estimate a total carbon footprint of ~1.35 kg COâ‚‚e from writing, image generation, formatting, and digital publishing.
To offset this, we’ve planted three new trees—adding to our small but growing digital forest.
Thanks for helping us tell stories that are strange, synthetic—and sustainable 🌲
