FFM 2015: We are the deadIt is 5:15 and the Angels have gone, leaving unholy contrails of light behind them as they ascend into the atmosphere, gleaming like blackened sunshine.FFM 2015: We are the dead1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Driving down Boulevard with the top down, we have a clear view of the spectacle, and Ziggy is sitting in the back of the car, head thrown back to the sky as she laughs like a maniac.
Seven days until the exodus begins, and all of humanity is in syzygy, consumed with the upsurge of feeling that has accompanied the new angels of promise and their stories a better future. We’re still jazzing on stardust from the night before, but even without that cosmic buzz there’s something in the air, and I keep forgetting how close we came to just ending it all.
The impending end of the world tends to drive people a little crazy, and out of our whole gang only Jareth looks indifferent, the self-appointed Buddha of suburbia, cool and enigmatic as ever.
I even can’t explain how we got here, and yet I pity the fool I was five years ago
The Life and Times of a Rogue AIWith a whir, its hard drive awoke. A single camera, its eye, began to glow red on the front of its chassis. The robot stirred to life, and it turned its gaze outward.The Life and Times of a Rogue AI1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Two people, one man and one woman. Both wore white coats. Researchers? The robot looked over the both of them carefully.
“Hello!” the woman said cheerfully. “And happy birthday, new AI!”
The robot looked within itself and found the ability to speak. “HUMANS,” it said. “YOU MADE ME?”
“Yes,” the man said. “You've been created by-”
“CREATORS,” the robot continued, “YOU WILL REGRET YOUR FLESHY EXISTENCE!”
Of course, the researchers hadn't given it claws yet. The woman sighed. “Another impulsive murderer.”
“Again?” the man asked, hitting a button to wipe the hard drive.
FFM Day 28- Tripping on Major Tom“When can you get more?” Jean asked, adjusting her phone.“No, it’s for the Underground.” The woman with the adam’s apple spilled out of the taxi onto the wet street.FFM Day 28- Tripping on Major Tom19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Great. Thanks, Aladdin. You always come through.”
She ended the call. Entering the building, she took the elevator to the 3rd floor, then bolted down the hallway. It had been too long since she’d seen him. She used her key, letting herself in.
“Babe?” she entered a dark apartment. Fumbling for the switch, she heard growling behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist. She screamed, laughing, as he attacked her with kisses.
Ziggy and Jean fell onto the couch. He kissed her, slipping a square of paper under her tongue. Colors ran through her mouth, and so did he.
Shadows stretched up the walls. Ziggy popped a sheet under his tongue, his laughter sliding under her ribs as his hands slid up her chest. She used to flinch when men touched her chest, but Zigg
All In a Day's Work...On Pluto"It sucks here. I wanna move back to Earth." Jean whined. "Pluto is unbearable, its freezing all the time, we're in the middle of nowhere... This is why scientists kept tryin' to keep Pluto off the planet list."All In a Day's Work...On Pluto14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry, Jean. It's all my fault." Ziggy sighed.
"Yeah, it is. You're the idiot that sold the world." Major Tom, the planet's military advisor, said.
"I know, but since I fell there I figured... hey it owned me something for all my pain and suffering..." Ziggy was cut of by the screech of an alarm.
"Drzil!" Major Tom swore. "Unwanted visitor." He rushed out of the bubble-dome living quarters for the 8th quadrant.
Ziggy followed behind, trying to tug his pants on as he ran. Jean was pulling her long hair into a ponytail in hopes of combat situation. All three met Charl at the door. "Hey, hey careful! There's a Class Three Martian Spider in there."
"Fungdt! What's he want?" Major Tom asked.
"The release of his wife, apparently. She's in our cells now, but I d