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Flash Fiction
These stories may fall under multiple genres (in fact, you will find them in those categories too), but if you want stories that are short and sweet, then you have come to the right place.
If I Had My Own Spaceship, I
If I had my own spaceship, I would travel the stars. I would be the first to name each one. Name them something beautiful. Something that captures their essence. Their terrible destruction. Their creation. Their color. Their hue. I would look at all of their little ones, and I would name them too. Maybe, just maybe, I would find one of blue. Continue reading
To the Beat of the Maker
My feet marched to the beat. Step forward, step forward, into the nothing. Over the hill. To meet my maker. If I could not see him today, then maybe tomorrow. Through the trees, through the grass, through the jungle, through the rivers and lakes and streams. I am joined by many as our march continues. Steady beat. Steady beat. Continue reading
Please Bring Milk
Here I stand at the end of all things, a dead-end alleyway where all of our souls reside. Jack is my name, and if any piece of this makes sense to you, then you should run. Run now, and run fast. Never listen to a Shrib addict. Never. I hope you are not still listening. Continue reading
Odd Creatures
The clear night sky was freckled with a few hundred dots of light. It was a new July moon in the Midwest, and the air hung still and dry. On a night like this, an odd creature crawls out from hiding. Do not judge these creatures, for they are drawn to these nights. Continue reading
The Moons of Jupiter
An alarm reverberated through empty metal halls. It sounded past terminals that flickered on giving the empty-chair room an unsettling glow. It buzzed between frost covered tanks which responded with small metallic clicks. Finally, it landed in Jack’s ear, awakening him. Continue reading
The Network
We get on the ground. We are all here. Looking up the many legs of a vengeful god wondering when our turn will come. Continue reading
The Closest Enemy
I was born, and then eventually, I died. Wait, that’s not right. Continue reading
The Ending to Follow
You wake up one day and things may not be as they were. Your lamp is no longer a lamp, your bed not a bed. These things still exist and yet somehow they don’t. Let me make one thing clear, we did not sign up for this. Continue reading
Nowhere Highway
Howard walked in and sat down. The belt moved. They knew he was there, the chip in his neck told them so. Seventeen bolts, eighteen washers, two cotter pins, grease, a torque body assembly, a digital signature, and six minutes. The line moved again and he repeated the steps. He called the belt the highway to nowhere. He had never been to the other end of it, just as he had never been to the beginning of it. Sometimes what he worked on changed, or the instructions were new or different, it didn’t matter. The crimson red clock counted down and he kept working. In nine years the line had never stopped, in nine years he had never interacted with another co-worker. It was all insulated and it had been made so very carefully. Continue reading