Regards, A Time TravelerIn conclusion, I feel that I would be an excellent candidate for the procedure, due to both mental and physical preparation. Lastly, and most importantly, I have been told that I have been emitting tachyon radiation for much of my adult life. Furthermore, this process has given me ample time to contemplate the interplay of cause and effect, preparing me with the mental tools needed to cope with living life in an abnormal order. Since puberty, I have undergone periods during which my own time line was at odds with the objectively experience sequence of events around me. I believe that I would benefit from this procedure as much as you would benefit from having an experimental subject.Regards, A Time Traveler18 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fellows of the Metaphysics Research Institute, I wish to volunteer my services as an experimental subject for the temporal reversal procedure.
FFM 22: Zero (Part 4)New York City. The heart of the beast. The Corps had raised the city into the sky to flaunt their power and wealth, until the skyscrapers seemed to tear into the belly of the atmosphere itself. Even here, at the tip of Long Island, Jasmine could see it. And after years of waiting, the Lotus-Eaters possessed a means to tear it all down. It had taken some maneuvering, but the Aleph had arrived where it could be used best.FFM 22: Zero (Part 4)23 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jasmine watched Zero disembark from the veetoll with a pleased smile. The shadow of his panama hat made it difficult to see his face in the dim of night, but there was no mistaking the briefcase. He had it.
“That’s it?” she asked once they were in the van, speeding down the L.I.E. towards the City. He nodded and popped open the briefcase to show her.
“It’s not glowing.”
“It’s already been activated,” replied his companion, Mervi. From the Finland branch, Ja
InhabitationEternal Youth: Not Yet A Step Away, But the Most Valuable Symptom Is by Jeannie MitchamInhabitation1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Inhabitation is an alternative to suicide and debt, especially for young people without access to insurance.
The Somerhaulder Medical Foundation is responsible for groundbreaking science into the lengthening of the human lifespan through not only elimination of disease and slowing of decay, but also through preservation of the brain and recording of the mind.
And what is their goal? Naturally: Immortality—for shareholders of this privately traded company, at least.
The SMF’s progress to actual human immortality is generations away from “complete,” however currently within reach is a very important single symptom of immortality: theoretically eternal youth.
“Inhabitation” is what provides this crucial symptom of immortality causing shareholders to be happy enough with in their own lifetimes to pay out for the immortality of richer members of future generatio
Circuits to AshesThe heart of the ship pulsed peacefully, throbbing like a healthy heart. The ship breathed.Circuits to Ashes1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The engineer sat against the wall and listened to it, feeling the love he had for machines calm his uncertain nerves. He never felt more at home than he did when he was working on circuits or checking power relays. Technology powered him, and he powered it.
He raised one blackened hand to a sweaty, dirty forehead. In his hand was a small square with a screen, flashing blue and illuminating his face. His clothes were shredded and hanging from his bloodied skin. He started to tap out an unreadable rhythm around the ship's beating, and then he added humming.
At his feet was the body of a young woman,lying on her back. Her head was facing away from him, and her orange hair hung in uneven braids. Blood surrounded her and a huge piece of metal protruded from her chest. Around her, pieces of metal and discarded gears were scattered. The lifeless metal head of a robot's visual sensors stared at t
FFM 2014: Intelligent DesignThe sirens were blaring again outside, screams drifting through the gently wafting curtains of the open window, tinted with reflected firelight. As if they could burn the sickness out. A futile gesture.FFM 2014: Intelligent Design1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Selena sat at the kitchen table and gripped her knees with blackened fingertips, a self imposed exile.
They were looting now, caught up in the fervour of last days, and she knew the Quarantine sign on her door wouldn’t stop them. The virus would spread, brutally, efficiently, obliterating everything in its path.
It would leave the world…blank.
But then, that was what it had been designed for.
The Moths"Ahh Chad, save me! The moths are entering... THROUGH THE CHIMNEY!"The Moths1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"No, Brenda, no!"
"Ahh, they're eating my... MY CLOTHES!"
"Oh, the nudity! Comstock would not approve!"
"STAND BACK CHAD, I HAVE A LIGHTBULB!"
"Oh thank President McCarthy! Brandon!"
"AVAST, YOU COMMIE MOTHS!"
"Are you all right, Brenda?"
"Oh Brandon, kiss me!"
"I cannot, for I am a homosexual and so must burn myself in the name of America, with this lightbulb fantastically crafted by glass makers from the glorious American city of New York!
"Oh Brandon, you're so noble and deprived! Chad, you'll have to kiss me!"
"Anything for you, doll!"
I'm Elated, MedicatedThey didn’t ask for my permission before saving my life.I'm Elated, Medicated1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Apparently that’s not a question most people think to ask. But how arrogant of them, to assume that vitality is everyone’s desire, that to survive is just the function of everyone’s default setting.
To survive even with skin stretched tight across too much rage inside.
Did you know that these days, they can keep you alive without a heartbeat? Without a real body even. Yes, it’s quite impressive. A few scraps of nerve cells, daily acechomine dosages, a host willing to share their vital nutrients, and, yeah, some obscure hallucinogen that they won’t tell me about in detail, but it’s apparently what creates this idea of a “home” for me.
I’ve told them that whatever that illegal secret ingredient is, they really need to tweak it a bit, because this isn’t exactly the fucking Bahamas in here.
They told me that’s my fault.
Letter to Umtari, in the Year 4389Dear Umtari,Letter to Umtari, in the Year 43892 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Today, I paint my oxygen lines red.
I will connect dots of yellow across my CO2 tube.
My gas scrubber will be whorls of blue.
Today, I will marry. My oxygen will be shared with his and our impurities cleansed together. My colors will mark me as a married woman.
Yet you will still recognize me, when you return.
My paint will be changed, but I still have the feathers from the Bird that we found when there was that gap in the Clouds, way back in 4377. I have all the same bells, all the same braided plastiweave. My crown is still the biggest, featheriest, and brightest of anyone's in all of Cloud Rider.
It has been many years, Umtari.
You have long since been assumed dead.
But I know your cleverness and strength.
I have not forsaken you.
Please, Umtari, please come back from the Ground.
All my love,
Holding OnI stretched and leaning on the bench of my wagon as the donkey plodded along in front of me. This was one of the easiest ways to get around the city anymore, and I was a good deal better off than a lot of people who had to walk. The back of the wagon was empty, its use as a transport for vegetables, coal, or other goods done for the day.Holding On2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was in a gloomy mood. It had been more than a year since I had been separated from my twin sister, Dana. I could still picture her warm, happy face as we stepped off a boat some place called Kenosha, after traveling hundreds of miles from ruined Toronto. Our ultimate goal was Casper, Wyoming, said to be one of the biggest towns left in the world.
The boat had been a sturdy one, and the lake had been calm the whole trip. It seemed like a good omen. The sun was up by the time the boat landed and the crowd of people started to disembark.
"Dane," Dana said, as we walked toward the end of the ferry. "I've been thinking about the house we'll have in Casper
Road Trip Bonnie wiped the sweat from her forehead and reached for the water bottle. Janice slapped it away. “We need to ration that, and bathroom breaks will cost us time.”Road Trip2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one doing all the work. “Tell me again why we have to get this pedal-powered hovercraft to Saint Louis in such a short time?”
“We have to prove this is a viable product or we lose all our funding,” Janice said. “If we get there in less than five hours, we’ll have proven that our hovercraft is just as good as a gas-powered car.”
“Fine.” Bonnie went back to pedaling, but after a few minutes she turned back to Janice. “When is it your turn to pedal?”
Bonnie groaned and pointed out at the rows of prefab houses off the side of the highway. “Look, we’re still inside the city limits. I’ll take over a half hour after that
FFM 2014: Zero (Part 1) Kobus met the pilot at the local Aviation Club outside Gaborone International Airport. Word about the town had it that this Seboko fellow was the man to speak to if you wanted things done on the sly, so Kobus contacted him under the pretence of needing an illegal shipment sent overland to Europe. As it turned out, for once the word had been right.FFM 2014: Zero (Part 1)2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They sat at a plastic picnic table outside the single story clubhouse and discussed logistics whilst sipping Windhoek lager, sheltered under the sparse shade of the thorn trees. Two hours later Kobus had everything he needed uploaded onto his pre-frontal hard drive. He stashed the Pilot’s body beneath a tarp in the back of his Isuzu bakkie, and started flipping through the data on the multifaceted vid-display of his octagonal sunglasses, taking stock.
There was some spotty camera footage, recordings of eyewitness accounts, found data, informatio
The Drop“ALL WHOOPER AND BASENJI CREWS TO THE FLIGHT DECK. ALL WHOOPER AND BASENJI CREWS TO THE FLIGHTDECK. THIS IS NOT A DRILL! REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!”The Drop3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The blare of the shipboard intercom shocked him from a dreamless sleep. Swinging his feet over the side of his bunk he quickly got up. He felt a momentary surge of nausea and disorientation as his sleep addled brain tried to catch up with his reflexive actions. He stumbled into the tiny bathroom attached to his quarters. The sink was already running, and he quickly stuck his head under the freezing water to shake off the last vestiges of sleep.
Finally lucid and alert he ran out into the corridor, not even bothering to get dressed. He ran past deck crews and attendants who only gave him the most casual of glances. Too absorbed in their own tasks. Skidding around a corner he ducked into the Grav Chute at the end of the corridor. A brief hum vibrated through his body before the chute launched him towards the flight
Misplaced in SpaceSpace is vast and endless. It’s filled with giant planets, dancing around a dying sun and meteors that burn across the emptiness; lighting it up with their eerie glow. Space is beautiful and mysterious and everyone on the earth wanted to explore it. Most people did; hopping into any star ship that would take them as long as they could pull their weight on board. Some people found unknown planets with strange species of aliens with blue and green skin. Some found vast gas giants with more natural resources than the entire Milky Way. But some people didn’t find anything, some people got lost.Misplaced in Space4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“There’s Klingons off the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow!”
“Please stop singing that,” he moaned.
But she kept singing, unperturbed, “It’s life Jim but not as we know it, but not as we know it, not as we know it. It’s life Jim -.”
“I swear I will throw you in the air-lock and flush you out into space.”
Not as Bad as It LooksRain drenched Zora's clothes until she was shivering with the cold. Mud soaked her boots, her clothes and under her nails as she crawled through the dark, eyes staring straight ahead at the still light ahead of her.Not as Bad as It Looks4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Blood mixed with the mud on her elbows and her knees, and her fingertips stung from the rocks and dirt. She bit down on her tongue and kept crawling, one painful inch at a time. She was hurt, but it wasn't as bad as it looked. She knew that there would be people watching for her, uncertain that their good fortune at the train station had been complete.
The light grew until she could see the details of the lamp on the wall. Zora stared at it from beyond its reach, watching the brick wall and listening for any sound through the rain. The sound of people's feet sticking and unsticking reached her, and she tensed in wait. She watched as two figures appeared and then stopped, glad to be free of the darkness. One whispered something to the other, and they both laughed. Zora slipp
Mythology of the MerfolkSince the chairs began to dance I could not remember my name, and I slew dragons in my sleep. But that was another age. It was the time of happiness, because I had somebody to tell all my crazy dreams and I could only hope they would care, but now, now I can’t tell them because they do.Mythology of the Merfolk4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I lived beneath the waves in the castles of the dead, graveyards of ships around me as I slept. The sharks prodded my hair and licked my eyes while their scales shimmered gold and blue. It was lovely beneath the waves, and no man ever fell or stumbled because if they fell they flew up and reached the surface. But reaching surface was a fate worse than death to the merfolk and fish.
When the sea froze over I cracked it open with my whale bone hammer and my electric chisel crafted from fresh caught eel, still sparkling with energy. The goldfish that supported the seaweed braids in my hair muttered their farewells as I swam up and up like a torpedo. The princess of the deep waved to me from her dark
DiscoveryJames found the ebony-skinned figure in the lab, as usual, and slumped down on the stool beside her. As the room automatically brightened for human eyes, his St’nan companion pulled the hood up over her head. The outpost had been designed to balance the needs of both species, but sometimes, compromises needed to be made. Generally, the outpost’s lights illuminated at Earth norm, though the St’nan preferred much darker environs. But the gravity was set to their comfort level, which was about nine-tenths of Earth’s. Most of the outpost was lined with wood-like biomatter which generated fresh oxygen, though the lab was constructed of sterile white plastics. Jim reached for the controls and manually returned them to the previous setting. He wasn’t in the mood for bright lighting.Discovery4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Things go not well between you and Isabelle?” his companion asked.
“What do you think?” he asked, and then deliberately changed the subject. “Whatcha go