"Everything Spontaneous in the Land of Doll Parts"

In a world where bodies become bonfires and survival means confronting the architecture of random violence, a community fractures under the weight of impossible loss. The fires don’t discriminate. The fires don’t explain. The fires simply are, and everyone is waiting for their turn. This is not a story about why. It’s a story about who remains when meaning collapses. Who keeps counting the dead. Who refuses to look away from the charred remains of certainty. The narrator’s voice becomes a funeral pyre for everything we tell ourselves to survive the unexplainable. Everything Spontaneous in the Land of Parts is an unflinching exploration of grief, randomness, and the fragile scaffolding of human connection when the universe stops making sense. The prose doesn’t flinch. The story doesn’t comfort. It simply burns until something essential remains. For readers of literary horror who prefer their apocalypses intimate and their truths scorched into the page.