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
The Last InventionHe stood admiring the flaming sky sink behind the mountains. Today was the day he unleashed humanities last invention.The Last Invention5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Below the man, an overcrowded metropolis hustled and bustled around, oblivious to what was about to happen. Twenty-three years, all seven continents, thousands of countries and countless cities later, it was ready.
Was what he doing despicable? Indescribably horrible? It was hard to say. He was saving nature, mother Earth, and bringing green back to the world. Forests would regrow without restriction. Rivers would flow without pollution. And animals would never be hunted, hurt, or endangered again.
But it came at a price. The ultimate sacrifice was being made, and he was playing God for everyone. He had the only say.
He started the machine with a sad smile. This was where it'd end. In fact, the top of the majestic mountain would be the last place scanned. In six hours, nature would get the fresh start it desperately deserved.
Random NotesI must practice my breathing. It’s a small thing to forget and I don’t think the natives notice on a conscious level, but it might be my stillness that causes them to avoid me.Random Notes5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Today I hid in a bush and observed one human burying another in the woods. They must make decent fertilizer. I shall remember to tell The Mother when the fleet arrives.
FFM30: These Silver SoldiersDax was more than an arrangement of gears and wires under a sickly hued synthetic skin. Rachel knew this. She felt it in her core, but it didn't make it any less frustrating. Two years was just too long, and sleeping through danger didn't sit right. She settled in the pod, willing her mind to quiet.FFM30: These Silver Soldiers2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It will be difficult if you do not relax," Dax said, "Breathe deep, Captain. I have reviewed all protocol. I am fully capable and fully prepared. Everything is going to be fine. Do you not trust me?" He did not smile. Rachel didn't know if he could.
The first injection stung, but it was followed by the comfortable warming of her limbs and a sleepy feeling. He was right. Everything would be fine. Dax would get them through the radiation belt. He'd pilot Ship and direct the maintenance bots. Hell, with his memory, he'd probably do a better job.
She tried to smile as he sealed and adjusted the pod's settings. She counted backward from ten. The silver D emblazoned across Dax's uniform wa
FFM 2015: SurvivorsShadows played across the industrial grounds under the amorphous moonlight, turning the barren terminus into a chiaroscuro of light and dark as Stella and Brandon broke through the rusty Warehouse locks and ushered the rest of the group inside. The building had belonged to one Excelsior Canning Company, and though it was overly moist, and smelled vaguely of ethanol, it was a roof over their heads and was reasonably secure, and that was something each of them had reason to be grateful for.FFM 2015: Survivors1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It would be a while till the next full moon, but everyone knew by now that that was no guarantee of safety. Wolves were only one of the eldritch monsters that roamed the night, and people were often just as dangerous, if not more so. A many headed beast without end or reasoning, always waiting for them in every shadow, always ready for their next misstep.
Gareth had lucked out that afternoon and stumbled across a small food cache, so supper was carrots and tinned celery hearts, a veritable kings feast
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 AI4 days 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 30, 2015 - Flight of DreamsMarie Joan d’ Arc had always dreamed of flying. But she never thought that her dreams would take her to heights this daunting.FFM Day 30, 2015 - Flight of Dreams2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometime between quarter to twelve and fifteen past noon, one could find Marie Joan shuffling along from one side of the campus to the other on the grounds of California’s Gold State University. It was a formidable course load she tacked on for the last semester of her senior year – eighteen credits in all, not counting an extra credit study program that she volunteered to personally spearhead – but so far, she was holding her own. Perhaps it was a challenge that she pitted against herself to test her intellectual prowess with her peers in this powerful country; or perhaps, it was a challenge she had pitted against time itself.
In any case, she would have to come up with groundbreaking evidence of her space warp travel theory by semester’s end.
Sealed ecological plastic gave way with a crackling ‘pop’ as Marie Joan pluc
FFM 2015, July 29 - KaoskhapeThe translucent triple-reinforced pressurized battlesphere zipped through the lower levels Jupiter's atmosphere, floating through the gas like a firefly in mist.FFM 2015, July 29 - Kaoskhape3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Out of the mist came the Things, their eyes glowing and their claws dwarfing the battlesphere. Serena obliterated them with her lasers, that lit up the gas into flaming bolts of plasma that set fire even to these Things who were born from the pressure, the heat, and the murk. The ones she did not have time to destroy she dodged, the kaoskhape nimbly stepping out of the way from the claws.
"Three more to the right. Fire. Fire. Fire." Marcus said in her intercom. "Pan left. Right. Up. Up up up!" One of the claws scraped across the kaoskhape's front panel, throwing the pod out of alignment, sending it rolling out of control into the dark. She cried out in pain as something hit her.
"Permission to realign."
"Granted." Serena grunted back, and a moment later gravity reasserted itself. She let out of a sigh - there was a crack, but
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 cookies5 days 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 Five4 days 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 Spacemen4 days 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
UntitledAtmospheric insertion is one of the simplest maneuvers in astronavigation - and also one of the most important and dangerous.Untitled1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One of the major benefits of contragravitic technology is the ability to perform low velocity atmospheric insertion, enabling space vehicles to avoid the destructive thermal effects of atmospheric friction at high velocity.
Despite this, most spaceworthy vehicles are produced with an outer skin capable of resisting the friction of faster atmospheric insertions. For even more rapid atmospheric insertions, some space vehicles have canisters of a vacuum-set thermal-ablative insulating foam, which is applied over the outer hull to improve resistance to atmospheric friction.
While most spacers prefer a low velocity atmospheric insertion, there are occasions where a high or very high velocity atmospheric insertion is unavoidable.
For the SpaceForces in particular, rapid atmospheric insertions are often desired for the delivery of ground troops to a planetary surface.
THE LETTEROily waves lapped at his feet.THE LETTER4 days 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 Stardust4 days 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
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 Mind5 days 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 School5 days 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
FFM 31: Warriors' CouncilThe amphitheater is huge, purpose-built to accomodate such gatherings, and proportioned specifically for Astartes. Romanus precedes his escort to the gate. Sergeants Kybrut and Halex march in step a pace behind their captain, impassive in their helmets, but ever vigilant. Though nominally among allies, security may never be taken for granted.FFM 31: Warriors' Council1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At the portal the party is halted by guards of another magnitude entirely. The two Red Hunters are signifcantly taller than the Angels Sanguine, true, but their force of presence goes well beyond physical stature. One of them steps forward.
“Captain,” he greets Romanus, making the sign of the aquila across his breastplate. “We are gratified to welcome the Angels Sanguine to this council,” he says formally.
Romanus returns the gesture, “The Angels Sanguine are honoured to be included,” he says.
“You will disarm,” the Red Hunte
Psychic ApocalypsePsychic Apocalypse4 days 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
Red RayThe infamous apocalypse that had been foreseen by the Mayans never came. Relief washed over the whole world. When they thought they were spared from the world's end and their guards were long down, a deadly virus became the new terror. The Red Ray had wiped off more than a half of the world's population, leaving less than three billion people spread across the globe, each of them focusing on their own survival. Decades had passed and in these most critical years of the world, when humanity was put at the edge of extinction, a group of scientists managed to create a drug for immunity. There was a price, of course, as nothing in this life comes for free. And the price, let's just say it was unaffordable for nearly half of the remaining survivors. Regina was one of those people who just had not the money.Red Ray1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sun had set hours ago and the moon had taken over. It was past midnight. The young woman padded barefoot into the Immune Compound, where all the riches who could afford the immunity
FFM15 - 27: The Science of MagicAny science, sufficiently advanced, can be called magic. It is the simple nature of man that he should think as such. Great men have always looked beyond such primitive notions and understood that just because something can't be explained, it doesn't mean that no explanation exists. And as such, it is with great consideration that I stand before you to say that we, the scientific community, have found evidence of magic.FFM15 - 27: The Science of Magic5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Such a thing is not said lightly, I assure you. And it is only after exhausting all other notions and hypotheses that we present this conclusion.
The subjects in question, who will henceforth be referred to as Magi, have presented skills and abilities that transcend the laws of the physical realm. These Magi are able to manipulate matter in a way that is unprecedented in the history of the known universe. It does, however, bring to light new questions regarding the recorded occurrences of magic in the legends of old. While new discoveries slowly quashed one myth afte
Trash Talk (Hors-Serie Spectrum)Trash Talk (Hors-Serie Spectrum)1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Salle d'entrainement de Hell-Point, décembre 2514
Ce matin là, Assaï s'était levé en observant le soleil Ambrosien à travers le filtre solaire de sa nouvelle cabine. Réveillé malgré lui, Orion avait émit un miaulement réprobateur. Puis la Spectre avait préparé son sac et elle avait filé à la salle d'entraînement de la station.
La Daeyaméenne était à la salle d'entraînement depuis déjà deux heures lorsque Melvyn débarqua. Il balaya la salle du regard sans s'arrêter sur les deux vétérans qui s'échauffaient et se dirigea finalement vers Cyreen lorsqu'il l'aperçut. Assaï observa la scène du coin de l'oeil. Le capitaine autoproclamé du Predator avait décidé de dragué la Spectre aux cheveux vert mais ses plans étaient visiblement tombé à l'eau lorsque Cyreen prit l'initiative de le provoquer. Une courte joute
FFM26: Too Many Characters?“Sorry, BeeWoman, you’ve been called back,” Director Fargle said. He wore a stunning yellow cape that swirled around him like a yellow tornado of pee. He would have said it was like Lemonade or gold bars, but it was well known he was a complete idiot. His cape was pee colored.FFM26: Too Many Characters?1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What the hell do you mean, called back? This is War. I’m needed,” she said. She could see the explosions. People were dying.
“Too many characters,” he said, cutting off her protest. Again.
“Too many? What does that even mean?”
“TinyBugMan, you’re up,” Director Fargle said. The tiny, shrinking idiot cheered as he jumped off the bench. He wasn’t even the original TinyBugGuy. He was his replacement. BeeWoman had helped train him when they inexplicably decided it was too dangerous for her to handle the mission herself. They said something about her being too precious to her father to risk her life. After all, her mother had vanished
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 Pluto3 days 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
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 dead4 days 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 of 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 can’t even explain how we got here, but I pity the fool I was five years ago.