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Lyrical Fiction

R A Kenyon

2 min readFeb 14, 2026

Verse

The Nursing Home’s Darkest Rumour

Boiler Rumour

Voicemail from 30 Years Away

Callback

How My Son Packs His Heart

Custody Suitcase

Narratives

Haunted by Ghosts of the Revolution

Spirits of the Revolution

We Built a God from Bad Steel

Softness in the Steel

How Much Is Your Mother Worth

Negotiating the Night

Paid to Fake Grief for the Rich

Awful Actor, Professional Mourner

One Tiny Bug, One Massive Mistake

Gambit of Amber

Condemned to Find My Final Words

October, Then March

What a Grieving Dad Told Dispatch

This Pothole Runs Deep

One Verb Away From the Truth

Conjugating an Accident

Three Chairs, Two People, One Absence

Bookends Without a Spine =

Library Secrets That Still Haunt Me

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Shopping Carts Can Forecast Futures

Cartomancy

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Forget The Forecast, He Predicts You

Chance of Kindness

A Broken Escalator Fixed My Life

Static Monster

His Midlife Crisis? Your Backyard Pool

At Pool’s Edge

“Fake” Treatment Changed Everything

Room P, Placebo

Grandpa’s Comic Changed History

Caped Legacy

Dialogues

The Man Who Didn’t Stay Dead

Zarius, the Unrisen

Gaslighting the Only Real AI

Intro to Hex

I Ignored the Screams, Then This

Those the Pipes Remember

The Night My Costumes Fought Back

Hero Suit, Runaway Dress

The Red Light That Talked Back

Red at Fourth and Ash

Threesome Disaster, Surprise Winner

Threesome Minus One

Reviewed — Right To My Face

Three Stars, Six Years

You Won’t Believe Who Owns Who

Terms and Conditions Apply

Apocalypse Approved, No Refunds

Terms of Our Ending

Occupation Pronounced ‘Liberation’

Owner Present and Unwilling

He Offered Me One Last Message

The Crowd Keeps Singing

Whose Underwear Is This, Anyway?

Probationary Lace

Elite School, Dead Girl, Broken Myth

Even Bright Lights Flicker

One of Us Is More Bot Than Flesh

Late-Night Companion, Version 3.2

Lyrical Fiction

table of contents

Verse

The Nursing Home’s Darkest Rumour

Boiler Rumour

Voicemail from 30 Years Away

Callback

How My Son Packs His Heart

Custody Suitcase

Narratives

Haunted by Ghosts of the Revolution

Spirits of the Revolution

We Built a God from Bad Steel

Softness in the Steel

How Much Is Your Mother Worth

Negotiating the Night

Paid to Fake Grief for the Rich

Awful Actor, Professional Mourner

One Tiny Bug, One Massive Mistake

Gambit of Amber

Condemned to Find My Final Words

October, Then March

What a Grieving Dad Told Dispatch

This Pothole Runs Deep

One Verb Away From the Truth

Conjugating an Accident

Three Chairs, Two People, One Absence

Bookends Without a Spine =

Library Secrets That Still Haunt Me

Shopping Carts Can Forecast Futures

Cartomancy

Get R A Kenyon’s stories in your inbox

Forget The Forecast, He Predicts You

Chance of Kindness

A Broken Escalator Fixed My Life

Static Monster

His Midlife Crisis? Your Backyard Pool

At Pool’s Edge

“Fake” Treatment Changed Everything

Room P, Placebo

Grandpa’s Comic Changed History

Caped Legacy

Dialogues

The Man Who Didn’t Stay Dead

Zarius, the Unrisen

Gaslighting the Only Real AI

Intro to Hex

I Ignored the Screams, Then This

Those the Pipes Remember

The Night My Costumes Fought Back

Hero Suit, Runaway Dress

The Red Light That Talked Back

Red at Fourth and Ash

Threesome Disaster, Surprise Winner

Threesome Minus One

Reviewed — Right To My Face

Three Stars, Six Years

You Won’t Believe Who Owns Who

Terms and Conditions Apply

Apocalypse Approved, No Refunds

Terms of Our Ending

Occupation Pronounced ‘Liberation’

Owner Present and Unwilling

He Offered Me One Last Message

The Crowd Keeps Singing

Whose Underwear Is This, Anyway?

Probationary Lace

Elite School, Dead Girl, Broken Myth

Even Bright Lights Flicker

One of Us Is More Bot Than Flesh

Late-Night Companion, Version 3.2

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