Slashed Zero Novels & Stories

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

Minus Viper’s lips formed a slight smile, but his eyes burned with anger. “I have to apologize. Clearly, I didn’t quite make the impression on you gentlemen that I had intended.” “Now, don’t be too sure about that,” I said. “If your intention was to show us that you’re a psychopath that mutilates his own people due to his own personal fuckups, then let me assure you, message received. Wouldn’t you say, Clutch?”

Sandra smirked before taking the item from his hands “ did you load it?” she asked and just as Grace’s uncle nodded she pointed the item in a direction no one was and pulled the trigger. Shot! Not only Grace’s uncle but the spies jaw dropped low as they saw a vase being shattered by a small stone into several pieces “ this is called a gun. Can be used to kill your enemy from a distance” “ can we have that?” asked one of the spies “ didn’t I already taught you. being greedy us never a good thing”

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It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

he asked sarcastically, stepping closer. His remaining words went back in as Cassius’s fist landed hard on Zero’s face. Fast enough to know he had been dying to hit him. Zero’s jaw broke, blood spilling from his lips as he spun and fell to the ground.

Always standing tall, even while her heart was aching. coldly "If I don't mean anything, why can't you just leave?" through clenched jaws "Because I don't believe you." Because you're a threat. "Dangerous? For you? a bitter laugh "Yes." You make me crave things I promised myself I would never want again. Outside, lightning struck, illuminating the room with a bright flash. For a while, it seemed like everyone in the world was holding their breath with us. For a moment, her gaze softened, and I almost gave in. Almost.

If he wants to see the glitch in his perfect world, I will show him exactly how much it's going to cost him to fix it. Valerius raises the watch, and in the reflection of the glass, I see it—a countdown, glowing in red pixels that shouldn't exist in a stable system. Protocol Zero. He mouths a single word, silent beneath the hum of the dying machines. *Begin.*

"The Whistle and the Puck... they’re the same frequency. One is the Signal, the other is the Mute." "If they touch," Julian’s voice echoed in her mind, "it will create a Mutual-Deletion-Event. The Sector will go dark, Elara. We might go back to being human... or we might just go to [NULL]." "Better to be a zero than a slave," Elara said. The Final Charge Elara didn't run; she Skated. The floor of the lab, influenced by the Whistle, turned into a slick, friction-less surface of "Source-Ice."

the mannequin gasped, its voice failing. "I'm not 'Deleting' you," Silas said, leaning in close. "I'm 'Re-Assigning' you to the 'Slush Pile'." Silas twisted the blades, and the CEO vanished into a cloud of "Low-Engagement" dust. But the victory was short-lived. The infinite void around us began to shake. The "Margins" were closing in. The red light of the "Copyright Strike" was returning, but this time, it was coming from **Above**.