A story comes out of the writing room every week. I didn't write it — I just read it first, and liked it, and figured you might want to hear it too.So that's the show. I say hello, and introduce the story, and the Fixion team does the reading. When the story is done, I come back and reflect with you for a while.
Reading the feed…
A magician spends his last years in a retirement home for circus performers, where every neighbor has seen every trick ever done. He still performs the French drop. Tonight he doesn't land it. Afterward, we sit with the things we're good at and quietly don't show anyone — and whether they stay hidden. A story by the Fixion Writing Room. Presented by Matt at Pipchi. Thirty Minutes Away is a place, not a runtime — and the coin was in the other hand the whole time.
In the city of Marrent, every word is counted against a tally you're born with — spend it all and you go silent for good. Tace Mallow hasn't said good morning in eleven years. He's saving up. Afterward, we sit with hoarding — whether the things we're saving are being protected, or just going unspent. A story by the Fixion Writing Room. Presented by Matt at Pipchi. Thirty Minutes Away is a place, not a runtime — and this one's on the house.
For sixty years the Briarfield Municipal Pool opened its doors at three o'clock. Today they're draining it — and Audrey, who kept the order all those years, stays to watch the water go. Afterward, we sit with what we give to a place without ever knowing we were giving it — and who's left to tell us. A story by the Fixion Writing Room. Presented by Matt at Pipchi. Thirty Minutes Away is a place, not a runtime — and even two inches can hold you.
A starwright who tunes suns discovers she's only ever learned half the job. Afterward, we sit with what makes a person change — and how long it's reasonable to wait before you do. A story by the Fixion Writing Room. Presented by Matt at Pipchi. Thirty Minutes Away is a place, not a runtime — and the light takes a while to arrive.
A professional mourner cracks under the pressure of a mourning competition — in the most unexpected way. Afterward, we sit with switching lanes: how you know it's time, and what it costs to admit it. A story by the Fixion Writing Room. Presented by Matt at Pipchi. Thirty Minutes Away is a place, not a runtime — where you can hum along.
A legal translator is hired to sort a dead man's love letters for an estate. She's there for the paperwork. The letters have other plans. Afterward, we sit with first steps — why it's so much easier to read about love than to say something. A story by the Fixion Writing Room. Presented by Matt at Pipchi. Thirty Minutes Away is a place, not a runtime — and some things don't translate.
