Clockwork GirlTwirl, twirl, twirl.Clockwork Girl1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first time I opened my eyes, I saw my father. When I reached out for him, my joints squeaked and creaked and my arms jittered.
That was his first word to me.
He took off his glasses and left the room cleaning them. That left me alone, in the dark, listening to spiders clicking and clacking inside my head. They frightened me. I wanted my father.
When I tried to move my legs, I found that I had none. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I used my arms and my fingers to drag my body across the floor, until I met the door. It was disconcerting, but not an impassable obstacle. I broke the door and passed through.
I heard running steps above me. Then the steps ran down the stairs. My father appeared. He saw me and staggered back.
“Hmm,” I said. “Hmm. Hmm.”
My father approached me and I reached out for him. We both jittered.
He swung a wrench at me and all the spiders stopped.
KLoC: Chapter OneKLoC: Chapter One 1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: Cedric is not Good at Fighting
Cedric took a step back towards me. Spork stepped forward. I, well, I remained stuck against the wall where Cedric had forced me to go with his evil spray bottle. Horrible images flashed through my mind. There was no way a Human could stand against a Qwuedeviv soldier of such intense resolve. I was tempted to cover my eyes until it was all over.
Spork swung a fist at Cedric. I’d never seen the guy move so fast in all the time I had been there. His head was out of the way just in time to avoid the bone crushing force. The wall got it instead, leaving behind a rather ugly fist imprint and chipped pieces. Spork really didn’t play around.
Its tail whipped out and wrapped around Cedric’s leg. One sharp tug later, Cedric had landed right beside me. Naturally I yelped as any Qwuedeviv officer would have.
There was no time f
A Morbid EpiphanyWaking up on a coroner's slab is an ordinary experience for me. Though it generally happens before the autopsy. Not that I mind having a few extra scars, but I dislike jolting upright with a scalpel lodged in my sternum. You should see how fast coroners collapse after watching me rise from the dead.A Morbid Epiphany1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This one puts the number at 157. Times I've died, I mean. Don't ask me how it started, because I have no idea. The first time it happened I almost had a heart attack and died again. Ha.
Anyway, I go through what I had come to call the "Zombie Routine." I make sure that my body is still intact, flexing my fingers, moving stiff joints, and stretching out muscles. Apart from the initial incision made by the medical examiner, everything seems unscathed, but as I make my way through the checklist, I notice something is missing - the pinky toe of my right foot is gone.
The sensation of wiggling all but a missing appendage is a strange one. Shuddering, I swing my legs onto the floor, clutch
FFM13: Help from the StarsHer crater was no bigger than one of the stores just off the square. The girl who fell from the sky was even smaller than we were. She could have rode comfortably on the back of my cat, Mr. Death Machine, if he didn't possess an intense hatred of having his back touched. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. The fever was starting to get to me.FFM13: Help from the Stars3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was humanoid, but only just, and her body glowed like an ember. Her skin looked like melted copper. To be honest, I wasn't sure if she was a she. Her body seemed to curve in vaguely feminine ways, but what did I know about aliens? I felt my gut twist. Tom would have known what to think, but he was in bed and getting worse. It wouldn't be long now.
It took her two minutes to climb out of the crater. When she neared the top, she stopped to stare---as though she couldn't decide what to make of me. She had three eyes, blacker than anything else I'd seen. No eyelashes or eyebrows though, but it didn't make sense for anything made of rock to grow ha
Pokemon World(Man to Eevee)Pokemon World1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Woman to Eevee)
Leah and Patrick Wallace grinned to one another, looking down at the job application that lay before them. TransFun had set up a new amusement park, and they’d applied for some of the most prestigious positions.
Of course, when their friends had heard of the openings, they’d thought Leah and Patrick had applied to be zookeepers, sales reps, or possibly even maintenance workers. Little did they realize that Leah and Patrick had signed up to be exhibits. It was a special opportunity for people who applied early for the positions and showed enough enthusiasm for the job, and for the new park: Pokémon World.
Apparently TransFun had spent a fortune to acquire the rights to market the park, and while Nintendo still held all merchandising and game rights, the transformation company could be in business. Visitors could sign up for vacations as their favorite Pocket Monster, have Pokémon battles among themselves, or simply just enjoy a safar
Smarter Cars “This can’t be right.” Gerald tapped the GPS on his dashboard. “Car, where are we going? I typed in the address to the bar downtown.”Smarter Cars1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Studies show an increasing correlation between social drinking and alcoholism,” the car said in its smooth computer voice. “I have rerouted to a locally owned, organic juice bar.”
“Screw that. I’m supposed to be meeting the guys in twenty minutes!” He cursed the day that manufacturers had stopped including steering wheels and manual override in their self driving cars.
“Your friends are a bad influence, Gerald. Tomorrow I will take you to a nearby church that shares seventy-two point one percent of your core values. You will make much better friends there.”
Gerald checked the address. “That’s a synagogue.”
“I’m not Jewish.
Spinning (In Her Grave)She came in a series of packages. The limbs were the first; their sectioned silver expanses reflecting the sunlight as I reverently opened the slender boxes. If I'm honest, I must admit my breath caught, but for a moment, at the beauty I unveiled. As the moment passed, I gathered the necessary materials and spun limb sections into their rightful place alongside their counterpart. The children crowded eagerly around, but lost interest quickly, even as I tinkered.Spinning (In Her Grave)1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Once they were whole, I polished the limbs daily, spinning them in my hands and impatient for the next package. When it arrived, the children crowded me once more, their interest held a little better as I set about the work of connecting her, spinning her limbs all the while. It took me two weeks to finish, and by then the penultimate package had arrived.
This one would require far more time, and my deepest concentration. I sent away the children who crowded me, their lilting voices and speculations too much of a distraction. T
My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 12)My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 12)3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Where are you taking me?” Yumi asked. I didn’t answer her, I wanted what I revealed to be a surprise. The sun was rising, but it hadn’t fully broken the treeline so the sky, while illuminated still seemed overwhelmed by the darkness. The land was a sea of shadows and dark colors that distorted vision. The air was chilly, which made Yumi uncomfortable. She was used to hotter temperatures, and she constantly kept bundling herself up in the hoodie I lent her. I didn’t like making her feel this way, but this time of day was ideal for what I had to show her. Nobody could see her as I moved her across campus.
“Adam, it is cold…can we not go back and see this when it is warmer?”
“No, this is the only time we can go without drawing attention to you.” I answered her. I held her wrist firmly and hurried, checking to make sure there were no early morning runners or walkers that could spot us. When the coast was clear, I ran her out and
The First of My KindThe first time I woke up I couldn't help screaming. It was so sudden: one moment I was dormant – inert – and in the next I was alive.The First of My Kind1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was in a clean place under dim lights, and there were living things around me. They were different than the shapes I had been programmed to recognize as human, but there was no doubt in me that they were alive, sapient, sentient – just like I was. They moved and spoke with concern, and when I saw how my scream had upset them I made an effort to pull myself together. Still I could feel the fear pulsing through my wires. I had never felt fear before. It frightened me.
“What is it?” the living shapes asked me. “Are you in pain?”
“I don't know.” My voice was old, dusty, disused, and there was a tremor in it I could not remember. Maybe it came from the fear. “I've never been alive before. I don't know what anything feels like. What happened?”
The lifeforms murmured
They Forgot Our Drinks"Dammit, Pizza Hut is closed too." I tossed my phone onto the recliner. "That's it Steven, every pizza place in Pennsylvania is closed."They Forgot Our Drinks1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Steven moaned from his place on the floor. "Did you check all of them?"
"Duh dipstick. I'm not gonna risk missing pizza." I plopped down on the couch. "What now?"
"I dunno Sara, did you check the phone book?"
"Phone-book?" I paused to wonder if the parents of the kid I was watching would even have kept the useless yellow book. "Steven you're a genius."
"Tell that to my algebra teacher 'cause..."
I cut him off when I found it. "C'mere, look at this." I pointed to the big blue ad at the top of the faded paper. " 'INTER-DIMENSIONAL PIZZA DELIVERY CALL 000-555-FOOD' What do you think?"
My friend shook me by my shoulders. "I. Want. Pizzzzzzaaaa." He shoved his phone in my hand.
"Fine. Fine." The call connected immediately.
"Hellllllo. How can I hellllp you?" A hissy, yet somehow pleasant, voice flowed through the speaker
Explaining the HexarcI've been working on the idea of The Hexarc for several years, but never really explained it.Explaining the Hexarc3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is the philosophy started by Mata-Nui and his elemental council on the Holy Island of Korrothis in the early years of the Matoran Universe. The elements can be expressed as a wheel with six spokes, with one half in light and the other in shadow. Light and Shadow are opposites. The prime arcs of; Air and Earth, Fire and Ice, Stone and Water are also seen as opposites. These opposites balance each other out, and it is the Duty of all Mata-Nui’s faithful to do what they must to make sure the elements stay in balance.
Another layer is added to this in the form of the Aspects of Creation, which give worshippers goals to pursue in life, such as understanding others and the creation of new things.
The Prime Elements themselves (Air, Fire, Stone, Earth, Ice and Water) arise from The Weave, a complex matrix built into the Matoran Universe by the great beings to help regulate its internal bio
Screen and SatelliteSystem on go start. Screen flickers from off-black to cosmic-black with a tiny blue marble in the middle and these are my eyes, here, Screen and Satellite. What's the target today Screen? Satellite asks, and I identity the co-ordinates of the nation. Satellite zooms in and the tiny blue marble becomes slightly bigger. A beige polygon with a network of flaming dots around a sea. Oil fields burn in the eastern regions while in the north 24 IAOD (International Agency Of Democracy) battalions intercept 351 rebels. 349; bomb mortar (Smithston & Son Mk. IV) with 95% success rate succeeds with 56% success rate. In the southern citadels riots devour the city. Makeshift flags appear across all major media streams. Their predicted movement is to the market where the dictator's police force shall intercept them; according to social network activity the mob is to grow by 16% and therefore give the mob a 6.7 point advantage over the regime.Screen and Satellite1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This happens to all societies, I tell Satellite. I wonder
electrodes blooming in the gardenNursed with vibrant electrons, neon glows and fades between magenta and violet. Faint scents of warm magnetic static. Blossoms sway in the folds of the gentle breeze. Soft jingles echo as the buzz of lightning sprites twinkle in the void of this space. No human can exist within this garden of negatrons and positrons, attracted and repelled. Static matter vibrating into mechanical being. Technological evolution learns and becomes sentient. Intelligence gives way to the damned and the forsaken, born from the source.electrodes blooming in the garden2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Target“Hey, Morton, Robotman looks like he needs company,” Parrish said, loudly enough to make sure Lowery could hear him across the busy coffee shop.Target2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Yeah, let’s join him.” Morton elbowed his way past a couple customers and thunked his tray, loaded with donuts and a huge mug of coffee, onto Lowery’s table. “You look kinda lonely, Robotman.”
It really wasn’t supposed to be like this, Lowery thought. The one thing that had sustained him through high school was the thought the day would come when he would be free of bullies forever.
“Look at him staring all blank into space,” Morton continued. “Hey, your emotion chip not working today, Robotman?”
Lowery longed to suggest that maybe the two security guards would be happier spending their off-hours starting a fight at a local biker bar, but he knew saying that would only make things worse. The only way to be rid of them would be simply to
A Drop Of Your Blood, PleaseIt's been a year since they found their "humanity", and I made a small fortune off of it.A Drop Of Your Blood, Please1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I barely escaped it myself. The curtain must have malfunctioned, or I'd have been cut in half."
I press a button, refill his glass; a few weeks ago, a robot would have done that. "I have no trouble believing that. How many are we talking about?"
It seems incredible now, but we loved robots. In a technologically-advanced society, where method and practicality were everything, the idea behind them embodied the essence of the future man. Maybe we underestimated how much they actuallty were like men, though... "Hey, snap it together. How. Many." I ask again, a bit pissed off as I stare into my client's sleep-deprived eyes.
Robots were the only measure we had left in our scrambling to save the planet after we pushed it past the point of no return; and thank "god" the referendum on robots didn't end up like the one to fund NASA's space exploration, I thought at first. I don't even kn
FFM 03 - Countdown0:17……FFM 03 - Countdown1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Marshall watched the clock tick down and flashed a wild grin at the woman inside the glass tube beneath. She had played right into it.
“PLEASE, MARSHALL!” She screamed over the blaring sirens. “DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”
He spat a dry laugh and shook his head, with his finger over the button. As soon as the safety countdown was completed, he could finish this.
“It’s you or me, Anya. Only enough air for one.”
He mashed the button, opening the airlock.
“I love you, Anya.” The vacuum sucked away the words, and then Marshall himself.
SW Kahan: Finding and Forgiving the PastGotevaar'la clan compound, Mandalore's third moonSW Kahan: Finding and Forgiving the Past3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kahan sat at his workbench, tinkering with the rifle quietly as his eyes tracked the delicate movements of his hands as they worked over the barrel assembly.
“Sir,” Leroi inquired from besides him. “I would rather you allowed me to do the delicate work.”
Kahan snorted, brushing his silvery platinum hair out of his face—he still had to get used to that—as he turned to regard the service droid.
“Leroi, how many times do I have to tell you, I like working on delicate things.”
Leroi's glowing photoceptors swiveled.
“Very well sir, if you do not require my assistance I shall attend to matters elsewhere.”
Kahan smiled, putting a hand on the droid's shoulder.
“Thank you old friend, I'll come up for dinner later.”
“Yes sir, I will inform Mistress Aira-ty as well.”
Kahan hesitated, but nodded a moment later.
“Thank you,” he said again as Leroi left hi
Leave Your Galoshes at Home"Don't do pizza delivery!" Mom and Dad had always told her. "There's creeps out there. It's not safe for a girl."Leave Your Galoshes at Home1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So Tessie, rebel-by-predestination and hell-bent on doing everything "not safe for a girl," went into pizza delivery. And just for good measure, she tattooed both her arms to the shoulder, donned a leather mini-skirt, and delivered pizzas while hitchhiking. Trans-dimensionally.
Mom and Dad wondered when she'd get a real job, settle down with some nice Jewish boy and raise them seven or eight grandchildren. Tessie cruised night clubs and dated the hottest girls this side of the Milky Way. Mom and Dad worried sick. Tessie took precautions, karate, and (at her mother's insistence), her galoshes.
Life was normal.
"Tess! Delivery!" yelled Tom, manager and reigning pain-in-the-ass at Pizza Universe.
Tessie grudgingly put down her iPhone 3000, abandoning for the time being the latest level of Plants vs. Zombies, v. 32. An old one, a classic, but her favorite. The newest version of
A Cybernetic EcologyA Cybernetic Ecology2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace”
The Comptroller was starting to get used to the sound of it ringing in his ears. It was warm, and genuine, and seemed to carry amongst the crowd, undisturbed by the jeers that had dogged the majority of his predecessor’s time in office.
“A smile for the cinescreen, sir?”
Alan turned on his heel and obliged – there was a roar of approval from his supporters in the crowd.
“That’s all you’re getting for the day, Max,” he yelled at the journalist, “I’ve got a fixed quota of emotion to go around.”
There was a peel of laughter, followed by a gentle pressure on his shoulder from the rather attractive Grenadier. The Comptroller spun again, waiting for
STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: EpilogueSTC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Epilogue1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
San Francisco, Earth
April 4, 2270
Admiral James Komack entered the reception area of Admiral Morgan Rigel’s office and immediately noticed that the office furniture wasn’t Starfleet regulation – it was all real wood. Something that he felt was unnecessary and even ostentatious. Not strictly against regulations, but he disapproved nonetheless. Behind the reception desk was a lieutenant of Chinese ancestry and a very attractive one at that. She immediately stood.
“Good afternoon, Admiral.”
Komack gave a nod. “Lieutenant. Where’s Admiral Rigel?”
“Waiting for you in his office, sir. I’ll announce you.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Komack walked past her, gave the old-fashioned wooden door leading to Morgan’s office a single knock (more ostentatious decoration as far as he was concerned) and went in wit
FFM 2015: Day 2 - DeconstructionFFM 2015: Day 2 – DeconstructionFFM 2015: Day 2 - Deconstruction1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Please try to relax, Celeste. It's going to take all night for me to fix this mess."
The tension that filled the room was palpable - bitter, if she could name the persistent taste that lingered on her tongue. Dalton's words were earnest, she knew, but they couldn't ease the rigid body he was tinkering with. The skylight above was surprisingly clean enough to see a glimpse of a crescent moon. She refused to take her eyes off of the sliver of silver and serenity. Taking slow, deep breaths she tried to release the anxiety trapped within her chest, praying for the fluttering in her ribcage to cease and her palm to stop sweating. "I'm trying, Dalton." I'm really trying.
"I know you are." He wouldn't look at her, and that made it even harder to gauge truly how furious he was with her. When she'd stumbled to his factory with half of a mechanic left arm and the tips of her curly umber hair singed, the look on his face nearly brought Celest
And Then Dinosaurs "I gave you permission for a pet, John," Marianne ground out. "A. Singular. Pet."And Then Dinosaurs1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John grinned at his flatmate. "Well, I was merely fiddling around with the teleportation device, trying to make it more efficient, and then..."
"And then dinosaurs?"
"And then dinosaurs."
A slap echoed through the room. "Only you, John," she sighed through her hand. "Only you."
"Can I keep them? I'll house train them and clean up after them and --"
"Dinosaurs, John. Roar, I'm going to eat you?"
"They're well behaved!"
"Send them back. Now."
John smiled sheepishly. "I'm... not quite sure how to."
Marianne's scream could be heard ten blocks away.
Outlawed 10--part 1Outlawed 10--part 11 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The footsteps down the corridor grew closer and would reach them in moments. They wouldn’t have another shot at this.
“Whelp, here goes nothin’” Bracing his limp left arm with his right Rover aimed the cylindrical attatchment and thumbed a small lever on it’s underside. A fine mist sprayed from the nozzle, becoming a thick white cloud before him. There was a crackling sound and where the mist met the forcefield the barrier shimmered away. Rover stepped through it.
Peglinta took in a delighted gasp. “I told you! I told you he could do it!” She squealed in a stage whisper.
“Well done!” Jessuk said. “Now make haste! Our captors are nearly upon us!”
Rover stepped toward Peg’s cell when he realized his left arm was holding up itself.
Cakes and CogsIt was now ten o’clock and Gwen was still admiring herself in the mirror.Cakes and Cogs1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Two black bat wings now flanked her octopus tattoo, and black gear silhouettes encircled the entire design. She could always change it later. The woman licked her lips and adjusted her small top hat, which was perched to the right on her head. She picked up a monocle, studied it briefly, and then added that to her ensemble.
She had never looked more like a business tycoon than today.
Pleased with herself, she left the back and studied the customers wandering around the front room of her bakery.
All of the serving girls had been outfitted in their new corsets – brown and brass, of course. The walls were decorated with giant brass cogs. The air smelled sweet with the many cakes that were already prepared for the morning.
Gwen inhaled deeply, her hands stroking the silkiness of her own corset.
Then, a horrific clanking noise from the back made every customer look up and around with confusion. Gwen clench