We Interrupt This Reality (Briefly)
Hey, you delightful glitch in the matrix.
Just a quick note to say: We Interrupt This Reality is temporarily pausing regular posts while we undergo a sudden but charming identity crisis.
What does that mean? Well, somewhere between story #99, an overcaffeinated editorial schedule, and the growing suspicion that we’re monologuing into a digital echo chamber, occasionally intercepted by a few glorious humans who somehow haven’t unsubscribed yet, we realized it might be time to pause, breathe, and rethink what reality interruptions actually looks like.
So for now, things are going quiet. Temporarily. (We won't call it a hiatus. We prefer “narrative maintenance window.”)
Is this permanent? Nope.
Is it planned? Also nope.
But it’s necessary.
Archival access is still wide open— revisit old favorites just waiting to be re-read, misinterpreted, or sent to someone who needs a gentle existential shake.
What’s coming next? Unclear. But probably a shift. The core will stay sharp and speculative… but we’re experimenting with ways to fold in other things. It’s a glitch-in-progress.
Thanks for sticking around. Thanks for reading, laughing, nodding along—or simply existing with us in this strange little fiction bubble. Updates to follow. Eventually. Probably.
Until then:
Stay skeptical. Stay subscribed. Stay weird.
— Existentialist-in-Chief / We Interrupt This Reality
Editor Picks:
The Charcoal’s Secret
“We’ve always known,” the Guide’s voice carried over the water as he stood on the riverbank, eyes fixed on the charcoal-stained earth.
The Priestess of Ceres
“They say she fed the people,” Papa said, twisting a dried olive branch with steady fingers.
When the Barn Goes Silent
“They said it was coming,” she said, standing by the window, tracing a small circle in the fogged-up glass.. “They said to watch the birds.”
What He Ate Wasn't on the Label
Death came quietly disguised as a fever that barely nudged the thermometer.