The Fancy Football League by S. Kay

Stadiums
Ms. Hilton loves to date football players, admiring their big muscles, but hates their uniforms and those beer-sticky stadium seats.

Dividends
Using some of her third quarter dividends, she creates the Fancy Football League for players and fans seeking a higher quality game.

Marble
She builds a marble stadium, decorated with gilt and crystal. Protestors decry elitism, so she sends them kobe hot dogs and truffled chips.

Salaries
The first team in the league is made of her salaried ex-lovers, paid by nondisclosure agreements. Rivalries still exist among players.

Gold Silk
NFL players make an exodus to the FFL, attracted by waterfall showers, organic towels, and stretchy gold silk pants designed by Ms. Hilton.

Tickets
The announcer welcomes a full stadium to the inaugural game, at $5,000 a seat. Many attendees won tickets in charity fundraising raffles.

Bling
In the sun, bejewelled helmets and gleaming pants make it impossible to look directly at the players. The field is glittery anarchy.

Jewels
After a season, the concussion rate is quadruple that of the NFL’s. Blinded players are hit so hard, gemstones chip off their helmets.

Sex
With too many medical lawsuits, Ms. Hilton is forced to shutter the league, but keeps the uniforms for her future boyfriends’ sex play.

S. Kay writes one tweet at a time. Her work has appeared in Nanoism, 7×20, Ex Fic, the EEEL, Monkeybicycle, and more. RELIANT, her debut book, is due October 2015 from tNY.Press tny.press/reliant You can also follow S. Kay on Twitter, or check out her tumblr.

Girls Night Out by S. Kay

Lips Uptown
She wears fuzzy ears with flashing lights as she dances on the bar, watching bachelorettes down celebratory glow-in-the-dark shots.

Eager Beavers
We gals do maple whiskey body shots at Eager Beavers, the Canadian exploitation strip club where the staff wears plaid flannel thongs.

Lusty Ladyland
A bachelorette gets up with the dancer, twerking in a satin club dress. She kisses the girl and likes it, jumping down for a sugary shot.

SciSexy Dancebot Spectacular
A robot poledances, while a woman in a futuristic microbikini toasts me with free Moonshots. My bridesmaids take a selfie for social media.

Sour Cherry’s Pie Stand
We do too many fruit shooters at the local organic cabaret. Drag queens squeeze juice while they lip sync, and read us over dessert.

Girls Girls Girls
I gain five pounds from girls’ night out, and when I try out for the amateur strip show, they say I’m too fat. Figures. Men.

S. Kay writes one tweet at a time. Her debut book Reliant, a collection of tweet-sized sci fi stories, will be published by theNewerYork Press in 2015. You can follow S. Kay on Twitter.

The Forest At Night by S. Kay

Dark Forest
Mist floats through the forest while flashlights bob in the distance, tiny alien craft, jiggling stars, until they extinguish, not at camp.

Shelter
A pile of shivering skinny angles hides under a wet tarp in the bramble, fearing forest predators less than the men in the city.

Hypervigilant
Sounds from the trees, with a whiff of salty wind. Insomniac birds. Disturbed burrowers. The crack of branches, rhythmically breaking.

Dread
Leaves and feathers fall from fog. Icy rain coats her, while she expects the last crimson pounce will fall from heavy steps.

S. Kay’s book of sci-fi microfiction is forthcoming from theNewerYork Press in 2015. You can follow her work on Twitter or Tumblr.