F-Zero: Seppuku 2/3 - Lap 61F-Zero: Seppuku 2/3 - Lap 6122 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was now early in the evening, Earl and Chiya had landed at Red Canyon and were about to enter the garage. Earl was holding onto the side of the Purring Kitten as she drove, he let out a tired yawn and flexed his fingers. Chiya had a fairly dazed look as well. This could be expected after a day of racing the Pope and surviving an assassin attack. Chiya was now realizing just how strong Dark Rose was--she had taken a slash to the face and was completely impaled in the stomach by a metal cross. Yet she retained her life, appearing for the most part unaffected by her wounds. Chiya was prepared to leave this be for the time being, understanding that she wouldn’t return any time soon.
Chiya pressed the switch on her machine that opened the garage door, Earl looked at her and smiled. Chiya didn’t look back, merely focusing on parking--the way she saw it, the vacation with Earl wasn’t officially over until she parked. She lowered her eyebrows sadly as she
The Logbook - Log_041We'll have a grilled boa for dinner. I'll write a full summary later.The Logbook - Log_04116 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
nest full of blankets"And that's where you will be sleeping."nest full of blankets20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's a small alcove under the water recycler, roughly semi-spherical. As per request, it was filled with blankets and just a bit of velcro to hold them in the low, erratic artificial gravity. She says it's good. He also says it's good. We turned a half million dollar problem into a three hundred dollar problem, and saved some precious weight and volume. No body will care.
The handcuffs click around my wrists while I taunt the riot cops. They are too disciplined to charge. Then some body turns the camera off, and I get into the least fair fight of my life. I live. The limbs I break will no doubt be added to my fine. I walk away when the blast-off knocks flesh and metal down, just when my mental countdown said, except I expected it. "There's nobody taller than the last man standing" I tell a flat screen, bloody lips curled in mad triumph. "There is no body here" it answers in perfect deadpan. Guess it wins this one. Well, I'm broke now. Time to fi
Smoke CityI’d looked wistfully from behind a high picket fence, across the channel towards the steam-puffed clouds that guarded the smoke city. It wasn’t really a smoke city, but the high towers glinted with a sort of demanding shade of grey, that the steel and the iron and the smoke all crashed and burned into each other and created such an ominous empire. And I always thought smoke city sounded nicer than steel-crushed, iron-melded city of black smog. (It just didn’t have the same ring to it.) And it certainly sounded nicer than what the formed my home and my neighborhood—suburbia.Smoke City7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I looked back, away from the smoke city and towards my home, it was almost a blinding white and then a dull cream and pale yellow to ease the gaze into what I knew only as home. It was a sudden difference, only separated from that channel—smoke city to the perfect neighborhoods. The perfect families and perfect kids, and perfect everything else, because everything was perfect, and ev