BiomechRight leg: sweep, right hand: hold. Apply fifteen pounds per square inch of pressure. Increase gradually.Biomech1 hour ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My opponent was on his back in mere seconds. My right hand had a vise-like, firm grip on his air way and was well prepared to tighten. I shifted my weight to sturdy my hold on his abdomen and legs.
Left hook at center right jaw. Double standard speed.
He tried feebly to block my punch but he wasn't used to tracking any movements that so much as resembled mine. After all, I had just been updated a few days ago. I felt bad for the poor grunt underneath me. He never had a chance.
Right hold: increase pressure at higher rate. Close airway.
The restraints that had been placed in my eardrums screeched defiantly.
"That's enough Jackson. No fatalities at this testing facility", chimed the gruff voice that had been inplanted not too long ago. I sighed angrily.
"You're the one that gave me the chip that tells me what to do," I exclaimed while looking up to the enclosed observation nes
Frontier Colossus“We wuz expectin’ someone taller.”Frontier Colossus12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Every rapin’ time, I get this. Seems that badass, galaxy-roamin’ lawgivers are meant to be at least six-foot tall and dressed like Wyatt Twerp over a build like Schwarzin-whateva. Me? I’m five-foot nuthin’ and three-foot six ‘cross the shoulders. My world don’t like gangly types. Heavy grav and storm systems fit to break a man and his all-terrain toys. We walked and wrangled our gear on Duressangs, the meanest omnivores ever lived. But they were the only thing bigger than a roach that was stubborn enough to exist on my homeworld. It made me tough. Like rocks an’ wolverines.
You could say I have issues. My mama calls it “down-home flavour” and my gal calls it “ooo baby”. My papa, devil take him, called it “spit ‘n’ grit”. Whateva. It got me through Engineer College, then Lawgiver ‘Cademy and got me into the arms of the gal all them taller t
DockingHe'd thought the Mystique huge when he'd first seen her. That seemed foolish now. The space he now found himself in - Dock 5, he reminded himself; there were at least four more like this - was simply immense. Mighty leviathans the size of whole towns were dwarfed in the cavernous expanse, waiting patiently while docking instructions were relayed to navigation computers. It seemed strange to think that this looked larger than anything he'd ever seen. After all, the sky he'd looked at every day back home had been infinite. Somehow, though, confining the space within walls of metal, reinforced plascrete and crysteel just made it look bigger.Docking15 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even the noise was more intense than he'd ever imagined was possible. Well, not noise as such - the vacuum of the dockspace carried no sound - but the vibrations of hundreds of tethered titans transmitted through the very structure of the station and added up to a shuddering growl that seemed to emanate from everywhere, like the murmured conversation
The Goopy ShoeYou insert your foot slowly into your dusty old shoes. The decrepit, imitation leather cracks and peels. The rubber soles bleached by ancient summers.The Goopy Shoe22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As your toes poke into the dark cavern of the left shoe, an unfamiliar squish is heard. A squelching slop as your foot comes into contact with a slimy mass. Feeling the shiver of nauseous disgust attack your senses you quickly retract your appendage from the old shoe.
You hold the item upside down and forcefully slap its underside in an attempt to loosen the goop anomaly. Slothfully, the object of interest slides out of the shoe.
A hideous, unearthly vermin squelches its appalling body in venomous jabs. Segmented legs and shell-less Gastropod details. Its eyes are cold and void of emotive qualities. It begins to make a squawking hiss that slowly but surely creates a kind of mimicry of a human voice.
"Mama!" It cries. "Why did you stuff me in this shoe?"
The InterrogationWhite painted room. One way mirror stretching from wall to wall. You sit at a decent-sized table. Two cops positioned adjacent to you. One sitting at the table with you, the other standing with arms crossed. The look on his face says "you slime".The Interrogation1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
These cops are getting you to confess to crimes. Some you committed. Most you didn't. Regardless of your innocence or guilt, you nod and agree. You confess and apologize. You exercise your contrition muscles.
They call you a Godless criminal. A disgrace to everyone you love. The beat you down emotionally until you agree with them.
The sitting cop, in between accusations, starts coughing. The coughing turns to hacking. He spits something onto the table. It's covered in a black slime. It wriggles about, lashing itself from side to side. You observe it until you realize it's an under developed creature of some kind. NOT human.
It has archaic ridges on its back. Something ancient and abominab
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 City2 days 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
The Logbook - Log_041We'll have a grilled boa for dinner. I'll write a full summary later.The Logbook - Log_0413 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
nest full of blankets"And that's where you will be sleeping."nest full of blankets3 days 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
F-Zero: Seppuku 2/3 - Lap 61F-Zero: Seppuku 2/3 - Lap 613 days 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
Your New Soldier Part 3: A Steampunk Story "Well now. Ello, Sergeant sir." Alan Wilson held out a hand quite as caked in dirt as his feet.Your New Soldier Part 3: A Steampunk Story3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Corwin glanced from the hand to me, his face positively twitching. It was my turn to stifle the laughter. Corwin had always hated dirt, even when we were little. Boarding school in bacteria-obsessed Corium had only made him worse. They seemed to think if you didn’t wash your hands every five minutes, you’d roll over dead. When he visited on holidays, I swear he took more baths than any fine lady. Now, he swallowed and shook the proffered hand. This had to be putting him over the edge right now.
I turned my attention back to the small boy. I was beginning to take an interest in him and even got him to eat with me the other night. "Hey, Benjamin, what are your plans for the rest of the day?" I asked hoping to possibly get him to visit our fire again.
"Dunno." The little boy was watching Al with keen interest clearly fas
The Logbook - Log_040I'm writting this in a hurry, and very short - we met the giant snake again and it snatched Zoss as he wanted to get my stolen camera back. They fought and caused a cave-in separating me from them I can hear them still fighting on the other side I don't know what to do!The Logbook - Log_0403 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
VirusA Virus has been detected in the network.Virus4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cathrine watched the screen , it was only there for a few seconds before the lines of code infront of her faded back to the normal series of zeros and ones flashing across the screen. She was watching for the access code , waiting for her husband to come back from visiting another hub. They had their own little protocol, he would scramble the code to say her name, she would hit f5 on the keyboard refreshing the fire wall allowing him back into a mobile plateform. It was simple as that. But a virus? That couldn’t be right, the only virus she knew about effected humans, not AI’s.
Cathrine! Cathrine! Open up!
Clicking f5 she turned watching the mobile unit plugged into the wall. The eyes glowed yellow before the entire unit staggered falling forward. Scampering to her feet she knocked the chair over. “What happened in there Calus?” The AI’s optics focused in on her as Calus pulled himself up. “I ran
The Logbook - Log_039I thought I'm going to die!The Logbook - Log_0394 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Zoss noticed that ever since he mentioned he's a pirate, things became a little awkward between us. And I admit I didn't pay attention to the surroundings as we stepped into a group of sundew plants. And yes, they were huge and dangerous! Zoss started to shoot at them when I got scared and started to run. Zoss followed me and yelled to stop. I didn't but then he yelled again "don't move" and I stopped, turning to him. He pointed a gun at me. He shot before I could react. But he wasn't aiming at me, he shoot two sundews that were hanging from the wall and about to snatch me! When I sighed relieved Zoss however pointed the gun at me this time asking "what the hell?". I quickly started to explain myself, but he just smirked and chuckled, stashing the gun away. He made fun of me! But then he said: "I'm a pirate, not a killer." and helped me to get up. Then he put the gun in my hands saying: "But if that makes you feel better, here, take
365 Days of Drabbles, Day 208 + 209“An international convention of mad scientists”365 Days of Drabbles, Day 208 + 2094 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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“Igor! Hey buddy! Long time no see!”
“LAdy IrOnhAnd, it's gOOd to sEE you. HoW ArE thE kIds?”
“Oh, they're doing great, let me get you a drink.”
“ThAt WouLD bE mOst.... Harruumph! Ah, that clears the old throat. Thank you.”
“No worries. So where's Dr. Schematic?”
“In the Mind Transfer seminar. He's debating either possessing a new body or doing the old Brain in a Jar deal.”
“I know, it's just sad really. Where's Empress Nefaria?”
“Boss Lady is shmoozing at Know Your Nemesis in the Chesapeake Room. She's got Captain Paragon mind controlled right now and is showing him off.”
“Which explains why you're here. I'm sorry.”
“Don't sweat it. She'll be giving me a salary raise when he breaks free of it and starts trashing the base. Again.”
“Heh. That's what I admire abo
The Tallest ParapetThe Tallest ParapetThe Tallest Parapet4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A cool breeze swept past my cheeks, ruffling the thick plains of grass. I’ve never seen grass that green before, or that green since. That plush, floral carpet covered the landscape off to the horizon, only broken up by jagged pieces of stone sticking from the ground like broken teeth. Never once did any trees spiral out of the ground to wave leafy fronds and provide cool shade. Steely grey clouds hovered low in the sky, obscuring the light of the sun. The air felt cool, if a bit humid. Walking with my best friend, we chatted about things. Things that didn’t particularly matter to me or to him.
It’s been a very long time since that day, but there are oddities I remember. Strange turns that, at the time, made perfect sense. My friend had no name, and when I think back on it he had no face. His words were nothing, mindless noise to placate my mind while we journeyed. His genuine, friendly love, I remember. Blood did not bind us, but we called ourselv
The Logbook - Log_038We can't go back the same way I entered the caverns, so we have to find a new way out. We feel rested and ready to leave, but we agreed to look for some food first. I will stay cautious and reserved though, keeping an eye on Zoss. I will keep my bomb tricks ready in my pocket in case something hectic happens.The Logbook - Log_0384 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Logbook - Log_037I GOT IT ALL WRONG! Zoss is NOT the captain of the Space Marine ship, he's a space PIRATE! What more, he was caught by the marine and on his way to be EXECUTED! The container he was in, was to prevent prisoners from breaking out. But seems Zoss' crew wanted to save him and ambushed the marine ship he was in. Unfortunately something must have went wrong as the ship crashed here, and everyone must have thought Zoss died on board.The Logbook - Log_0374 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To be honest I don't know what to think of it... I admit I am scared. I'm with a dangerous person around, the last genuine space pirate captain.
I just hope that gun and bullets he took from the ships cabinet ealier weren't meant for me...
365 Days of Drabbles, Day 207“More Shakespearan drama with molecules”365 Days of Drabbles, Day 2075 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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PLUTONIUM: Dearest sister, my heart yearns for thee.
PLUTONIA: As mine to yours, dearest brother.
MAGISTRATE CARBON (inserting himself between them): Plutonium, Plutonia! By order of Prince Lead, your union is unnatural and forbidden!
PLUTONIUM: Away with you, Carbon! Why do you come betwixt us, seeking to cool our ardor? Prince Lead would see us contained, preventing our brightness from illuminating the world!
MAGISTRATE CARBON: Your love would not illuminate, but burn those around you! Step away!
PLUTONIA: Nay, black hearted Carbon! Curses upon you! We shall be together!
PLUTONIA and PLUTONIUM struggle with CARBON. He forces them roughly apart.
365 Days of Drabbles, Day 206“Sucking out a plant's soul.”365 Days of Drabbles, Day 2065 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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“Just stay calm. The ship's autofabber is going to manually disassemble the plant from around you.”
“Tell it to hurry, my neck is killing me.”
A blur of nanomachines surrounded her, and the frozen plant rapidly turned to dust, carried away to the ship's lab. She fell back to the floor, her exo-suit finally retracting to her uniform belt.
“Oh, what now?”
“The good news you're safe. The bad news is that apparently the silica plant was sentient... and... fast.”
“It's in the shipmind... and it's got control of life support.”