FFM 2015, July 28 - A Better FutureFifteen years ago one starry night, a man fell into our back yard from the sky.FFM 2015, July 28 - A Better Future18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My mother called him Ziggy Stardust (she was a big Bowie fan) since he didn't remember anything about himself. I was around ten, and thought Ziggy was the coolest thing ever. My mom took him in and hid him from the police and the tattle-tale neighbours. The policemen were still wearing uniforms back then, not combat armor, and they would knock and talk instead of just coming through the door with a ram and their assault rifles. But everyone knew a copper was bad news, even back then.
Ziggy was pretty special. Even as a man he was androgynous. Skinny, with long hair and soft hands. Back then I wanted to be a man anyway, so he was perfect. We played in the local woods, cops and protesters: he was the protester, I was the cop. He'd put flowers in my pretend-gun, but I didn't see the point: it could still fire.
We turned into women together. I was in eight grade when I started noticing the changes in my body, a
Cook bacon and bake cookiesTrei D’hami was a trader of exotic goods who happened look like a mutated overgrown yellow squirrel and he came to Earth on a great mission: to uncover one of the best cookie recipes of all time (or so he heard). Today, he met up with his guider, Murray Filipowski, a stylish and knowledgeable Earthling who he had worked with a few times in the past, in United States – Florida – Miami, a swarm infested by big water lizards and big snakes.Cook bacon and bake cookies1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
- “Hello Murray.” – Trei waved. – “Did you wait for long?”
- “Not at all.” – Mr. Filipowski took off of his sunglasses. – “I see that your English is improving.”
- “Thanks. I practiced a lot.” – He adjusted his hood to cover the three tiny eyes on his forehead.
A taxi trip later they arrived at a street where every house looked almost exactly the same. Murray led Trei to the back of one of them, where he told the alien to be quiet and wait
FFM Day 27- Apocalypse FiveBartholomew woke with his face pressed into his desk. He sat up slowly, trying to remember how his protesting muscles worked. He blinked gummy eyes at his surroundings while peeling paper off his face.FFM Day 27- Apocalypse Five19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nancy stood with her arms crossed, her head cocked to a side.
“Good morning, beauty queen,” his assistant yelled. A tendril of purple hair snaked around her face, escaping from her messy bun.
“You need to dye your roots,” he slurred. “Your evil is showing.”
“What’s that thing on the slab?” she asked, pointing at the figure lying on his observation table.
“That’s an experiment," he said, trying not to sound guilty.
“On?” Nancy quirked an eyebrow.
“That fellow came for treatment, but I couldn’t help him-”
“So why’s he still on your table?”
Bartie managed a nervous smile and ran through his mind for the speech he’d prepared. He couldn’t remember it.
Raining Spacemen All of the breath whooshed out of Jean's body upon impact, the ground beneath him buckling and breaking. He stared dazedly up at the drifting clouds above, wondering if he could see where he tumbled through them.Raining Spacemen11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"So, what manner of spaceman be yah?" someone asked from his left.
Jean blearily turned to look at the man wearing raggedy old clothes, and a hat that shaded his eyes. "Spaceman?"
"You landed like a meteor, sonny. Got to be a man from space," the old man said. "Folks 'round here call me Ziggy. What about you?"
"Jean." He sat up to look at the golden stalks surrounding them. "I suppose a spaceman is a good enough description, if a little odd. Where are we?"
"Where all the madmen go, of course." Ziggy grinned at him, teeth yellowed. "The country."
"Ah." Jean felt like that should have meant something, some joke he should have gotten. "Of course."
Ziggy held out a
THE LETTEROily waves lapped at his feet.THE LETTER19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Standing on the beach, a monotone sheet of flat white faced him; sky became sea at some indeterminate point. Between his toes sand, its shades and tones all but washed out by the dull lambency that surrounded him, crunched and whispered as he moved, flowing sinuously around his feet as he padded slowly back up from the waters edge.
Somewhere off to his left came the cry of a seagull, soon joined by another, calling back. Their conversation seemed flat however, crushed and compressed by the pervading blanket of fog that surrounded, it seemed to him, all the world.
Up by the dunes, away from the soupy ocean, Imogen watched him as he trudged towards her. Her blonde hair hung about her face and shoulders, lank and heavy with moisture. She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of one hand; the other rested in her lap tightly clutching the letter.
"I wish you'd put that down."
She looked at him, her blue eyes shadowed beneath heavy lids. "It's all I h
28.15 Ziggy's Stardust“Either shoot me, Ziggy, or put the raygun down.”28.15 Ziggy's Stardust20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They did neither. I got up and poured two whiskys, setting one on the end table next to Ziggy and returning to my chair with the other.
“Where is it?” Ziggy asked, looking around the living room.
“Where is what?”
They rolled their eyes. “The world. You owned it once, you must still have something left.”
“You can’t really section off bits of the world, Zig.” I took a swallow of whisky and let it burn all the way down. “Besides, I sold it.”
I grinned. “You’re face-to-face with the man who sold the world. Of course, by ‘sold,’ I mean ‘gave up,’ but that’s splitting hairs.”
Ziggy gaped at me.
“Look,” I told them, “I couldn’t do it anymore. Living off people’s fear, taking what I wanted? It wasn’t doing it for me. So I left.”
“But the Org
The PriceAt first we didn't know that it was alive. It fell to earth as a violet mist; and violet and misty it would remain, though it sometimes took the form of a woman and sometimes that of a man. Its speech, such as it was, was little more than well-formed wind: an amethyst sparkle whispered into the mind, soft and glittering. For a long time, at first, we couldn't understand it, and knew not what it was that had fallen to us from some distant star.The Price1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It lived among us, and learned from us. It learned to take our shapes and hiss our words in such a way that we could hear them. It learned to laugh with us and weep with us. We gave it a name: we gave it many names: but it simply shook its head and laughed and said, “We have no name. We need none.”
Whence had it come? It gave us no answer. And wherefore? It smiled at us, a secret sparkling smile, and said only: “This world is so beautiful.”
And it was. We showed it all the beauty of our world: the mountains and the forests
Purple Karjam: The Ascension of his Mind"I've been expecting you, hero of Beyonus," said the temple priest.Purple Karjam: The Ascension of his Mind1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Is this is the place that would help me deal with my struggles?" asked Richard "The Purple Karjam".
"It depends what you're struggling with," replied the priest.
"W-Well," said Richard. "I need the willpower to stop myself from going insane. I've been tasked by the Karjamians to explore and research everything there is to know about the multiverse as well as perfect their transdimensional technology, but how am I supposed to do those stuff with a mind as feeble as mine? N-Not to mention I have a fear of becoming corrupt with these mimicry powers of mine - I once witnessed an alternate me becoming insane. It was not pretty."
"Well," said the priest. "I know of one way: A ritual that is said to give one the mind of a god, and with it, the tremendous mental prowess inherent of having that type of mind."
"I'll do it!" cried Richard.
"What?!? Are you sure?" the priest reacted. "The ritual's too dangerous
Villain School “And this will be the catalyst to your scientific career!”Villain School1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Dad, I blow stuff up with my mind. I’m not going to be a scientist.”
“Scientists can blow stuff up with their minds.”
Eleven year old Natalie rolled her eyes and flopped back on the couch. She grabbed her DS and flipped it on.
Her dad knelt down next to her. “Look, everyone says girls need more encouragement in the sciences and you have to do your homework anyway, so why not make it fun. Daddy loves science.”
“Daddy is a mid level minion of a super villain.”
“Uh, yes, he is – “
“And Daddy sent his precious little girl to a superhero school.”
Dad frowned and eyed the girl. She’d opened Pokemon. That wasn’t a g
Psychic ApocalypsePsychic Apocalypse13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ever heard of a scientist labeled as "The Bringer of Armageddon"? That's me. No, I'm not proud of it, and to prove it, I'd be more than willing to reveal my full, real name, if it weren't for my family, whom I don't want to get involved in this mess I've started. For convenience's sake, just call me "Persephone" instead of that silly title.
I am very, very sorry for what I have done, and I am very regretful for what I did. I hate myself for starting all of this, so much that if anybody ever tries to kill me for making the world wind up into this situation, I'd let them. Just don't get my husband and my children involved.
Oh, you don't know what exactly I did? Well then, let me fill you in with the details.
I once had a friend who could do things only one in a trillion people could-- manipulate the physical world using thought alone. Yes, he was a psychic. Aside from telekinesis he could also sense ghosts and talk to them, read minds, and see the future. Because of his 'super powers' as
Move On“Aladdin Al-Malik sells ichorous planet to Cygnet Committee Research.” It was only a footnote in the financial news, but I can't explain how it changed my world.Move On17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Me, my mother, and our cat, Spider, traveled to a backwater planet, one station to station transfer after another, dozens of little jumps from my childhood home on Mars to some place so new that it didn't have a real name. Life on Mars had seemed so hectic once, but sitting in my tin can of a room was crushing me, little by little.
“It'll be tough at first,” my mother said to me in our little habitat pod, as she unpacked her things, “but five years will fly by when you look back on this.” When I said nothing, she went on, “there are other families at this outpost, and I'm sure you'll make new friends.”
I took a long time, just listening to Spider purr in my lap, before I said, “I feel free.” I laid a hand on the window. Our tiny domicile was hermetically s
Daisy CrownsThe sun has set, and the darkness is fading in. My wife is balanced on the edge of our balcony overlooking the garden. I am just a few feet away.Daisy Crowns19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“You’re a . . . youra liar, Jareth” Jean slurred.
“There’s a misunderstanding somewhere. Let’s go inside and clear it all up, eh?”
Jean sobbed into her hand, saying something I can’t hear.
“I love you,” I say. “Please. Come in.”
I take a step closer. She screeches. I step back.
“She told me to my face,” she says. “To my face, that’s she’s . . . pregnant. With. With . . .”
“It’s not true. When we renewed our vows, I made a promise. I haven’t broken it.”
Jean shakes her head. “I don’t trust you. I caaan’t. I can’t!”
It was always going to end with me losing her, but not like this.
“If you want to divorce me you can,” I try to say it calm, b
Calling Major Tom Major Tom eyed the small goblin like aliens as they twirled in a circle a couple of times. “Why was I called again?”Calling Major Tom11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Their king asked for you by name, sir,” the private Jareth mumbled.
“It’s a Ziggy. Nobody understands them. How could it possibly ask for me? It was probably just saying random things and one of them sounded like my name.”
The private shifted a little. “This one seems to speak english.”
“You remind me of the babe!” one ziggy suddenly yelled.
Major Tom just stared at it, dumb founded.
“That’s what I was talking about,” Jareth whispered.
“Five years and they suddenly learn our language? How’d he learn it? Is it a he?”
Jareth shrugged. “Nobody knows. It j