Flash Fiction: The Voice of Anise

Courtesy Panoramio To conclude The Cooperative Cliffhanger I chose to finish the story started by Jessica called Counting Down. Time is relentless. The seconds never stop ticking away, inching us closer to our destinies. Anise reflected on this as her mental countdown towards the execution got shorter and shorter. Two minutes, ten seconds. She looked… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Voice of Anise

Flash Fiction: The Cave At The Bottom Of The Sea

What follows is my contribution to The Cooperative Cliffhanger, Part One, over at Terribleminds. She was pushing herself through the third squeeze she’d found when she heard his voice again. “Your heart rate is elevated, Doctor Simmons. Everything okay?” Simmons sighed. “I’m starting to regret letting the med-techs wire me up. Other than that, it’s… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Cave At The Bottom Of The Sea

Flash Fiction: Reports From The Surface

This week, Terribleminds tasked us with identifying the structures described in this Wired article. They are beautiful and unexplained. Here’s my take. Enjoy! The Scout ran at full stride down the corridor to the office of the Overseer. The General was already there, talking about the positioning of the automated drones around the blue-brown world… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Reports From The Surface

Flash Fiction: Remembering Bub

For the Terribleminds challenge, “Another Ten Words“. Even when he was human, he never cared for funerals. Death was an uncomfortable subject for many mortals, and funerals tended to bring an individual face to face with the specter of mortality, especially in violent circles. He stayed back from the front of the church’s sanctuary, where… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Remembering Bub

Flash Fiction: Magnum Damage

Courtesy Alistair Cunningham For the Terribleminds challenge, Somethingpunk. I think this qualifies more as laserpunk than cyberpunk, but you be the judge. Jack Magnum was never more at home than he was on the ground, a warm beamer in his hand, goons on his tail. The incandescent neon of the street illumination and the various… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Magnum Damage