From over 200 anonymous submissions, five stories were shortlisted for The Odds Are In. We’re pleased to announce AKALA AKA by Anselme Eme as the winner.
Before the system names a pattern, someone has already seen it. “Doña Yola’s Algorithm” is a story about prediction, authority, and who gets believed.
By John Brantingham
“Chances Are” was selected for Litro’s The Odds Are In shortlist through a blind editorial process. Shortly after submission, we were informed that its author, John Brantingham, had ...
By Gull Ditta
A data gardener confronts the zero-sum ontology of prediction markets—brilliant speculative fiction that reads like philosophy.
Leo’s world was made of percentages and they were the first thing he ...
A West African village grapples with algorithmic futures until the system fails and older wisdom returns. Rich cultural voice meets speculative premise.
In the town of Kijani, the future arrived every ...
A quiet, devastating story set at a grocery-store customer service desk, where cracked eggs, a warm rotisserie chicken, and a small act of rule-bending reveal the pressure of dignity, money, ...
A husband clings to a final journey to the place that once made them feel alive, while his wife quietly begins to imagine the world after him.
A young man heads to the pub planning to ask a girl out, only to discover that moving on is more complicated — and more tender — than he thought.
A woman measures the afterlife of a relationship in trains, songs, memory, and the stubborn mathematics of longing.
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“If you can hear my voice, you’re part of tonight’s audience.” What begins like a late-night opening monologue turns into a brutal broadcast from the middle of planetary occupation.
A woman watches the polished version of herself she has built online until a friend’s video forces her out of performance and into panic.
When Bobby Jackson dies, the village takes him out to the pylons. In a landscape without power, infrastructure survives only as ritual, and pity has become just another empty speech.
“I awoke dead.” From there, Cervical unfolds into a compact nightmare of bodily estrangement, luxury death, and a future where even dying has terms and conditions.
After New Year’s Eve, a husband and wife move into separate rooms. What follows is a precise, unsettling story about emotional hunger, self-deception, and the domestic objects that absorb both.
A daughter tends to her mother on a weather-beaten coast, where memory falters but old phrases remain. A restrained, devastating flash about care, inheritance, and the strange intimacy of letting ...
A bone appears on the doormat. Then another. Then a skull. In Samuel Smith’s sly sci-fi flash, domestic routine gives way to something far stranger — and the family cat ...
On a riverbank in Kyoto, a heron edges closer to a harmonica player and misreads the terms of enchantment.
A man at a red light watches the theatre of charity from the other side of the windscreen.
As the world approaches impact, two people in a city square choose closeness over explanation.