Art courtesy zombie2012 For the Flash Fiction challenge Smashing Sub-Genres, the die of destiny chose Post-Apocalyptic and Steampunk. Gideon’s stomach was telling him it was time to eat. The heat on his skin indicated it was late afternoon. The watch on his wrist had stopped ticking years before. He wiped his hands on his trousers… Continue reading Flash Fiction: One Dart
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Flash Fiction: The Debriefing
Courtesy Hunt for Alien Earths For the Terribleminds challenge, Five Random Sentences. “Tell us everything that happened,” General Hancock said. “Just… start from the beginning,” Professor Ashby added. “And take your time.” Clutching his tea, the pilot gave a short nod. “I’m still not entirely sure how it began. We set down on Epsilon Eridani… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Debriefing
Flash Fiction: You Don't Bring Me Dead Things Anymore
Art By Stephan Martiniere (Sources: Here and Here). For the Terribleminds challenge “The Titles Have Been Chosen“. Pleased as I am that mine, “Always Have An Exit Strategy”, was one of the finalists, I didn’t want to just pick my own title. Maybe that’s just me. “Cordelia! Where is that sulfur I asked for?” Without… Continue reading Flash Fiction: You Don't Bring Me Dead Things Anymore
Flash Fiction: The Crash
Since this week’s Flash Fiction Challenge was nothing but a title, I turned to my Brainstormer, which selected “Prey to misfortune”, “alien”, and “crossbow”. As she came to, past the throbbing pain in her cranial cravity, she tried to assess her situtation. The crash had clearly ruined the environmental systems, given the hissing noise above… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Crash
Flash Fiction: Genevive's
This week, Chuck admonished us to choose our opening line, so I did. It’s always midnight somewhere. When you got one of the black business cards with these words embossed upon it, it was an invitation. It meant one of Madame Genevive’s girls thought you were really something special. Lots of girls in town had… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Genevive's
Flash Fiction: What Happened to Stenz
Image courtesy My Secret London At Chuck’s behest, I entered the Secret Door, and it took me here, where I witnessed the following: Gordon, ironically enough, wasn’t terribly fond of Gordon’s. The wine bar had good vintages at good prices, it was true. It was at least a few steps from London’s main thoroughfares and… Continue reading Flash Fiction: What Happened to Stenz
Flash Fiction: The Deep And Dark Waters
In the pitch darkness of the stormy waters, he swam. Only the occasional burst of lightning far away illuminated the blackness. He was so deep, he could barely hear the thunder. Somewhere his mind was insisting that this was wrong. Waters this dark and deep should have felt unnatural in their pressure and the demands… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Deep And Dark Waters
Flash Fiction: Minerva and Hawkeye
For this week’s flash fiction challenge, They Fight Crime You take all sorts of jobs when you want to break into film. As odd jobs went, this wasn’t a bad one. Lawrence Whitefield leaned back a bit and smiled as he strummed his guitar to the beat of the many drums behind him. The rhythms… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Minerva and Hawkeye
Flash Fiction: The Farmer's Child
In response to being asked to generate a random sentence. This child farms. She knows that it is work mostly done by boys. It is hard, long, muscle-snapping, back-breaking work, from sun-up until sun-down. Tools large and small are used to till the fields, harvest the grain, milk some animals, slaughter others. This child does… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Farmer's Child
Flash Fiction: The Knotted Tree
Having missed the posting of the Super Ultra Mega Game of Aspects like a champ, I fired up the Brainstormer app to get this week’s story going. The wheels gave me: Sacrifice for love, imperialist, forest animals. I may do the aforementioned Game of Aspects Thursday instead! We shall see. Engelmore considered himself no more… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Knotted Tree
