FFM 2014: Anything is Possible“We’re heroes now,” Caitlin laughs, flopping down onto the grass.FFM 2014: Anything is Possible17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Summer has finally arrived, and they are becoming something larger than themselves.
There’ll be no flapping capes, no masks, this isn’t a comic book. But there out to be a reason for their powers, and with no answers forthcoming they’re happy enough to make one for themselves.
“Heroes,” He whispers, and the world’s a little brighter for the thought.
“I am not myself,” Jason says, flattening his hand against the glass.
“No, you aren’t,” says the First, his other self.
“But I am,” says Five.
“And we are,” Fourteen concurs.
Madness was his first thought, but the reality is much worse. One self for every death. If only he’d known this would be the final cost.
“Get out,” He begs them, but it’s too late for that now.
“We were supposed to fix the world,”
The WurmThe Arena...The Wurm2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the one place where the words of a child would be respected as that of an adult: where age didn’t matter, and your decisions were your own.
Nothing more than an open space in the middle of the market square, it had always had a name too grand for its appearance. But it was where battles were fought, debts were paid. and grievances settled - with the price of blood.
Which made it the one place… the only place… where he could get his revenge.
Now as he stood amongst the crowd, watching the final match before his own, plotting and visualizing the many ways he was going to butcher the bastard… a strange calm settled over his mind.
He took a step forward, making his way through the throng of people surrounding the ring...
His eyes intently focused on the goal before him, he pushed aside those who stood in his path, and squeezed between others unaware of his wrath.
Ground squirrelsOnce upon a time, there was a sword. It's a fancy sword; it has a rotating blade, and bladed sickles to run in the sand and sometimes under it, and bladed props for short hops. So it's probably more like a very spiky ball of murder than a sword, but they'll call it a sword when it's from. For the last fifty years, it has been taking food to its mummy. First it was people who didn't have an IFF bracelet on. Then it was just people, because IFF bracelets that worked properly stopped being around. Then it was mainly squirrels, because people stopped being around. The sword knew that it'd been a lot more squirrels since there'd been a lot less people, really, but didn't do much with this information other than report it to mummy when it was required. Mummy was deep underground, made of yellowed ceramic and stained titanium. The sword was alone. It knew that there should've been two hundred fifty four more in the little realm it was pledged to defend, because that's what the string of onesGround squirrels3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
STO Story"Captain's Log stardate 91909.99 the majority of the 8th's forces have taken the transwarp gate to sector zero in response to the Undine assault on core worlds including Earth and even Kronos. The Hyperion remains behind on patrol. The point of remote locations like Remora was to preserve humanity against insurmountable threats. While I have faith that Starfleet will prevail we remain behind here in case the unthinkable happens.”STO Story3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
AJ Stone closes his log, and leaves his ready room, no sooner does he get settled into his chair and the yeoman hands him the shift reports than the bolian science officer speaks up.
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"Sir, we are picking up a massive energy surge on long range sensors" Thim was much less verbose than most of his species, a traite AJ usually appreciated.
"Identify source?" AJ Stone gets up and head over to the bridge science station for a look himself, wishing his science officer and 2nd officer would be a bit more forthcoming