Costs David’s blaster shrieks again and the grey-suited guard flies backwards, chest scorched and bubbling. I flick Nancy’s katana, but the ichor that looks like blood will not move.Costs15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My left foot completes the step I paused so I could shoot steady. I’m not sure how far I’ve come, but the woodwork seems more like that of a grand residence than ancient, hidden lair. Hopefully, I’m nearly outside.
We came to down in the dungeon quarter, where they keep people who’ve seen through their masquerade, but have no value to the crusade alive or dead. We were destined to become ration bars. Apparently when you mulch a human, all you have to do is add gelatine, oatmeal and a bit of grit.
We had no intention of being anything except a nuisance - or, more preferably, a nemesis. It took us twenty-six days to compromise the door mechanisms, and Trudi died to prevent the guard raising the alarm. We put her body on top of Marco’s and Sandra
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 45 Wiping the sweat from her brow with her forearm, she let out a relieved sigh." There!" she said with a smile. "Everything should be in working condition again and ready to go."Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 4510 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Great!" he smiled back, closing the panel on his arm. He moved his fingers around, forming his hand into a fist a few times to loosen up the new parts. It felt good to have it working right again. "So, what was wrong with it?"
"A lot of the parts were broken. Some of them were just crushed, others were just broken in half. But..." She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her chin slowly. "What I found weird was all the corrosion. You been going swimming in the ocean lately?"
He reeled some at the accusatory look she was giving him. "No!" he yelled. "Of course not! I never get this thing wet. I even take it off when I get into the shower or bath."
"Then how do you explain what I found?"
"Could it be from sweat?"
Chafing and Strafing The sun is barely up and it’s over a hundred degrees out here. The humidity must be low as well, because I’m a dry bird in a wetsuit with hair that looks like rat-tails and a bad case of saltwater residue chafing everywhere. I am definitely in the right mood to do bad things.Chafing and Strafing16 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The ThunderChild pulse gun in my right hand is deceptively light. It can blow holes in things and people like you’d expect from a bazooka. Rather than something that looks like a carbon-fibre short plank.
Onto the deck and the refraction from the windows tells me that they are opaqued for the inside view. Someone likes it dark. I am a contrary bitch this morning, so my opening blast turns the window panel on the dawn side into several kilos of slivers and shrapnel. I’m not blind to the fact that being barefoot means I have just turned the interior of the room into hostile footing. That’s not actually a problem. Whatever is in there I have no desire to share air with,