Mind the BubblesHer target had been a major politician running on a platform of oppression under the guise of family values. He had been slated to step up to the big leagues and run for the top office but she was sent to stop him. She found him at the party and quietly slipped into the group he was schmoozing. He was ever the charmer. Witty, self-assured, flattering. He made sure to say all the right things, especially when he could be more liberal in what he said at gatherings like this. And like men of his ilk, he thought himself untouchable. He was not. She would teach him this tonight. His one, final lesson before death. He drank champagne, like the others.Mind the Bubbles10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This would not be the first time she'd used those bubbles to her advantage. There were other women around him. Some eyed him seductively. Others in awe. She would, however, have some presence. Just enough. As he finished his glass of champagne, she oh-so-p
"The Wagon" The world had ended."The Wagon"4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Or at least, the world as it had been known. Skyscrapers stood like skeletons, some of them crumbling into the streets and highways below. In some of the skeletons were droves of smaller skeletons. People.
The big war had finally come but not like everyone had expected. It wasn't a nuclear apocalypse like so many had thought. It was bombs and napalm and guns. Despite the fact that the fighting started, the fear of nuclear war was still great, even in the minds of vicious dictators and extremists. The bombs of fire had reigned instead of the bombs of atoms. The destruction was no less though and the causalities were apparent.
Offices filled with burnt remains. Bodies, copiers, computers, desks, vending machines.