Cosmic Hand: Finger One, JaneMy friends don't think referencing lyrics, to songs that don't exist in this reality, before class is safe. I honestly don't care.Cosmic Hand: Finger One, Jane2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Even with impaired vision, your beauty gripped tightly.
My heart danced faster than our feet."
That five minutes before 4th Period English, that's the only reason I can handle being on this strange version of Earth.
“When you smiled and confessed to me your platonic love.
Replied, with a smile, but inside I wept."
It's funny. When I was a kid, Timmy Tim was that cheery teen on HPC (Happy Panda Broadcast). I felt like when I turned thirteen, he was suddenly no longer that goofy Nova Chinese kid in a bright yellow jumper; Tim was a depressed Twenty year old, with a shaved head, on the brink of suicide.
“Stylish Rope, wrapped around my pretty neck, yearns to be a fashion trend.
Gives a sense of control, at night, when I can't seem to breathe."
At Seventeen, I was able to understand how he felt. It was six months of pure depression, and I did
The Last Space Ninja"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Two years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"The Last Space Ninja3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Two years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Three years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Five years of searching. But... the space ninja broke free. "Damn it!"
Were they getting rarer? He couldn't tell - it was mission after mission, but... it felt like that.
"Captain Verr, we found one!" Finally. Verr felt lightheaded. This planet was not quite there. Still... Eight years of searching. And... Snared! When the Twin Kings expressed their gratitude in a brief message after the subspace capsule arrived, Verr felt like he could've died that very instant, and died happy. Thanks to space ninja genetic infusion, his race would survive!
"Why are you still messing with the old Space Ninja codebase? We just finished migra
Just one more timeTurn and burn.Just one more time3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Turn and burn. He would aggressively whisper.
Come on, you son of a bitch. Exasperated.
Just turn around and leave. Desperate.
It was a quarter to four and the light in the horizon was turning into a milky shade of blue.
The nearly vacant harbor filled with a throaty roar as a black muscle car pitched forward before it circled back.
The moment he'd returned to see. This might've been the reason, could it be traced here. This or some unknowable would solve it.
Once the vehicle had turned all the way, it rolled to a stop.
No, there was no way. He couldn't have been spotted. It was illogical, but still it was not at all impossible.
Just as the vehicle started another turn a dim yellow light flashed two faces. And with a deep pop shattered the driver side window.
It was was flowing back to him now, not all but just enough to change. The great will power.
The drivers door opened, had it changed?
His heart sunk. The driver fell out dead.
He got out of the passenger
Gumshoe It’s six in the morning and I’m just south of awful, on the train to nowhere fast. Haven’t seen my bed since Wednesday, and I think that was two days ago, but I’m not sure.Gumshoe3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That’s the problem with ConstantTouch; it keeps feeding your brain information after you give it a topic. For a private operator like me, it’s essential, but I miss being able to give up on a job to spend a night with an inhaler full of JD. So, it’s too early, too late and I have nothing to show for my lacks of sleep and hangover apart from a stack of RealTaste Winston butts in the corner of the doorway I’ve been lurking in.
Just as I’m feeling sorry for myself, the door that’s been my focus for way too long opens and she glides out like her ten-thousand-credit designer soles are gravtac units. Dorothea Sayers, darling of the cheatsheets and an eyeful of desire for anything human and below the age of ninety. I guess there’s a couple
For RangerI SWEAR I JUST WROTE THIS ENTIRE STORY AND THEN I GOT DELETED SO ILL TRY TO WRITE IT AGAIN FROM MEMORY GOSH.For Ranger5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You're not supposed to die from a fever in the 21st century. But ever since the "O great and powerful" Master came to Earth, he's been eliminating the human race with things such as the common cold.
It's not like he realised an alien chemical or a dreadful disease.
It's all inside our heads. He makes us think a certain way. Just to kill us. And it seems that the only people who realize that are me and the COUCH. It stands for something, but I can't think of what it is at this moment. I'll ask Sami later.
The COUCH is an organization of people who understand what the Master is planning and disagree with his doings. It's like a rebellion waiting to happen. The COUCH's goal wasn't always rebellion. It started out as a discussion group where people could share their opinions and debate. That changed when the President of the COUCH retired and Sami t
PnF Se que esta vivo...CAP. 2PnF Se que esta vivo...PnF Se que esta vivo...CAP. 26 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nos atacaban. Vimos como 10 personas rodeandonos en el auto, montandose en unas motos disparandonos...habia una chica, wow esa chica era la que nos disparaba mas. Utilizaba el un casco para que no la vieramos, empezaron a disparar a las ventanas...
Ferb.-Ya callense! solo aganchese y arreglare esto en un segundo
Empezo a conducir lo mas rapido posible, bloqueaba todas las rutas. Cada vez estabamos mas mareados Fernando y yo. Parece Mision Imposible...
Ferb.-Fernando necesito que vengas aqui y conduscas!
Fernando paso al volante, mientras Ferb saca de su volsillo un pequeño arma de espia (perdon, agente)...salio por la ventana y empezo a disparar a los malos...
Ferb.-Tranquila, no es letal...
Le disparo a 9 personas haciendo que se cayeran delas motos, solo faltaba la chica. Vio que e
Phi - Everyday Vignette #7Phi - Everyday Vignette #76 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We are phi.
We exist in golden ratio, perfect sequence.
1...1...2...3...5...on and on into harmonious convergence.
We are symmetry, perfect beauty and balance.
We are the apex of what our ancestors hoped to achieve.
We understand all things that our race once pondered from millennia.
We transcend our predecessors and their frail bodies.
We cast aside the name of Man. We no longer need that name.
We are only phi.
Iron Hands Faulty lighting, a shitty strobe effect in the distance, I cut through the park as I inch closer. Eleven at night he's getting off work, surely for the usual clandestine meeting with the others.Iron Hands 1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I move through the pitch darkness across the parking lot.
I'm late, he might've left already.
I can't believe he drives a car, and I just saw it, still parked.
A sad excuse, a lone island and its coconut a flickering cone of light and he parks as far away as he can from it...
He wants to be tried for his life, he wants to hurt.
I'll put it to an end, here and now.
I move car to car keeping low, in the absence of light.
The back door opens and out he walks.
I think he can see me.
This rapscallion turned do-gooder, might have spotted me.
He's almost frozen in place, the light flickers and draws his attention.
If he spotted me this'll be a lot more troublesome.
He knows, he can almost feel it. My eyes. He's straining to catch anything out there—
The light fades into a deep orange h
FranAside from the small matter of being a genetic clone of some unknown human child who had once lived, prospered and more than probably died on the planet Earth, Fran did not consider herself to be a particularly unique individual. It was true, she did not think like, smell like or even taste like many of the creatures from whom she derived, but at her core she felt very connected to their (more or less insignificant) struggles. This odd and powerful concern for the state of humanity was, her adoptive father had said lovingly, a fatal flaw of the species; but an endearing one nevertheless.Fran1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fran had grown up just under a light year away from the planet Earth on a much smaller planet whose name she had never been able to properly pronounce. Grown from the tooth of a child named “Francesca” shot into space by “Earth scientists,” Fran’s existence was not actually as unusual as she had later come to find out it would have been on Earth. The Yoroonabel, the origin
Frank Sense They say he knows what happens before it actually does. They also said I died once, that I left something in that other place, but truth be told I've brought more back. He's been hiding before Bamboo was strung up in the lower part of the city.Frank Sense 1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Few have seen him before. I am not counted among them.
Iron Hands is the first to move undoubtedly contacted by Sense.
No one else, just what was Sense playing at.
Bamboo was simple he trusted way to easily, even thanked me for taking his life. I sincerely doubt Iron Hands will be so noble.
This is for the best how much longer before they understand.
We're chaos brought to life.
First Flight - Everyday Vignette #5First Flight - Everyday Vignette #51 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Listen, kid. Since it's your first time flying the Aurora, there's a few things you should know. First, don't get distracted. Yeah, I know, the Aurora's awful pretty, but all manner of things'll kill you if you ain't paying attention to your path.
Second, if you're caught in a fast current, don't fight it. Move with the current and gradually work your way diagonally to the current's edge. Currents'll push you off-route a mite, but they ain't never so long that you can't find your way back. But if you fight the current, you risk damaging your ship under the strain.
And last, always remember why you fly the Aurora. Don't get so focused on the enemy that you lose the reason you're fighting them. You are Her Vanguard. You protect Her from the Wakers and the Nightmares. You guard Her so that She may sleep in peace. Don't never forget that.
Now get yourself to your ship, it's almost time. Good luck, kid.
InfectiousLauren struggled to open her eyes, the lids heavy, the light in the room blinding. What time is it? It was evening when–Infectious1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You're awake, good"
Darren. They were having dinner when she–
"The sedative will wear off shortly, you'll be a bit groggy, and the epidural will make it impossible for you to move, but try not to be alarmed."
She forced her eyes open, blinked as they teared against the bright light of the room. Darren stood facing her, stripped to the waist, one hand cradling the other elbow, idly stroking his chin with his free hand.
"The van I brought you here in is radio opaque, and this entire building is wired such that we're untraceable. I don't expect company."
He moved to a chair opposite, still watching her. On the table beside him she could make out an array of tools, and a camera on a long articulated arm, which he pulled and pointed at his midsection while he continued to talk.
"It's entirely possible that you don't know why you're here, and if that's the cas
HistoryWhen the Alphas slaughtered the Charlies, Victor7 logged the incursion in his paper notebook and then meticulously removed all evidence of his tampering from both of their communications systems. The Alpha's had received 'intelligence' that the Charlies were going to sabotage their base for much needed supplies, and when they mounted a pre-emptive strike, the Charlies didn't know what hit them.History1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Alphas had received similar intelligence about the Echo base, the Deltas and the Zulus, and misinformation, coupled with a modification to the stress inducing chemical makeup of the Alpha base rebreathers and food printers, made them an effective tool for reducing the clutter on the pretty blue rock they'd all been deployed on.
When mother arrived, it would be Victor7 and his brothers and sisters that stood as the Apex predators of record. It would be they who had adapted and overcome such that their DNA was most prominent in the population of the world in waiting for the coming children.
Kidnapped by Aliens PrologueSomewhere in space....Kidnapped by Aliens Prologue1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Captain Karnola, I have found the perfect planet to begin our conquest!"
"Good job, private. Describe this planet to me."
"The locals call it Earth, but call themselves Humans. They are a weak, and backwards species, easily conquered by our superior technology. They don"t even know how to achieve faster-than-light travel. They have no natural defenses and yet are the dominant race on their planet. They have 2 genders and differentiate the 2 from each other. Hmm, that's strange."
"The humans have opposable thumbs."
"Yes, ma'am. Opposable thumbs.
"Indeed it is, ma'am."
"What about the planet?"
"The planet is 73% water, 27% land. The atmosphere is 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, and 1% others."
"Perfect. Send down a Pod so as to capture one of the species for us to start with."
A Flash Fiction by Chris Somerfield At times he would look up into the stars and wonder: how many others had come before him? Families, friends and lovers, rich and poor. How many were like him before the world changed? Before everyone had to leave? Nobody else asked these things. They couldn't see beyond their own fear and strife. Beyond the now and into the future. Because those question must affect the future.A Flash Fiction by Chris Somerfield2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cause and effect. But no, they only saw pain, the abandonment. Only privy to cold steel floors for beds and black spires engulfed in soot. They could not allow themselves to fathom how much worse it might get. But he could.
Under the glow of warm neon, light cascading over his eyes, he saw their pleas turn to anguish and their cries burn to vapor. He must show them their folly. He must make them realize that he is their savior, their liberator. And he must not let them return to Earth.
He looked up at the stars...and wondered.
Our Revanant MoralsOur Revanant Morals2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“The world was lost but it has fallen in love again. They have fallen in love with the light of the plasma screen, constantly relaying information into every family’s home, never to be shut off. The show, the one show that people desire, does not rest when the world falls asleep. Chemical solutions fed through intravenous tubes embedded in the everyman’s skin keeps their brain from falling to the antiquated waste of sleep. Eternal waking life is beautiful.”
The walls of this new room shine brightly in the stark white light coming from… Somewhere. I still can’t make out the source of it.
“Beauty, that word has changed immensely while you were away. Once, beauty was found in nature’s rolling green hills, but those are long gone. They have been replaced with plastic canyons of bright colors, optimized for product placement and maximum living capacity. The blue sky remains eternally cloudless. What good is water when it is gaseous and out of
Report on G.A.I.G.R. ComputerMENTAL ARCHIVE FILE [AO-2], CONTAINS DATA FROM:Report on G.A.I.G.R. Computer2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
GAGE MCINTYRE CORPORATE DATABASE
SCANNED FILES FROM THE LATE DR. ARTEMIS GRUEL
SUBJECT: G.A.I.G.R. COMPUTER (GAGE’S ARTIFICIALLY INTELLIGENT GUARDIAN ROBOT)
TIMEFRAME TO COMPLETION: 3 YEARS (2030-2033)
TOP PERSONNEL ON PROJECT:
- DR. JASON MERIK (AI R&D SPECIALIST)
- DR. PHILLIP IPSWICH (CHIEF COMPUTER TECHNICIAN)
- LEWIS SCRALIONTIS (HEAD ENGINEER)
- AARON POWERS (LEAD PROGRAMMER)
EXPENSES: $9,880,451, funded by the National Science Foundation, through Annex 245. Funding initiated on 1/6/2030, and ended upon 10/5/2033, after project completion.
Section 1: Project Summary
The GAIGR computer was perhaps Gage McInty