Erratic readings: that was Donaldson’s story since being brought in with a mysterious pathogen
Erratic readings: that was Donaldson’s story since being brought in with a mysterious pathogen
This once-flourishing farm community, wasting away —
Resorting to superstitious custom.
Disgusting.
Their only physical evidence was the crazed bust that once topped her tombstone —
inexplicably smashed; curious, but insufficient.
“Gentlemen,” VanKirk declared, “since you insist, you may exhume my daughter. I sincerely doubt you will find her. . . a vampire.”
Preposterous.
A (more or less) routine investigation ends in a flash. . .
Shooter paused with his finger on a button; he’d reached the balance point, planning to fire the projectiles he’d hauled so far. He waited as the targeting system crunched out trajectories that would carry each payload to its target. Only one of these blue specks … Continue reading A Case for Xenocide
Harrison was months in research analyzing his fruitless attempts; was it his translation?
He was convinced there was no egress from this nightmare of corridors. Minutes ago Mehtab had stood on the roof, overlooking a yard encircled by hoarding and floodlights, and could actually see the way out to the desert; but naturally it had changed when he descended … Continue reading Egress: Games and Revolutions
Marczynski scanned the arid landscape, trembling, exhaling freezing vapor plumes. Their assignment complete, now they could. . . what? Their drive was shot, backup systems all failed; Samil gagged, chained and detained to face the Tribunal at home; only they’d never return, and Samil was … Continue reading Return: Stranded
When it started going around we assumed biological warfare, except every patient presented a different set of symptoms. Things got weirder when the CDC finally received a spectrum of blood and tissue samples. “Group 1 comprises several specialized proteins previously unseen in nature. Functions range … Continue reading Around: Contagion
The Great Mother, essence of chaos, gave birth to twin daughters who were joined –
one black-eyed, one white-eyed blind.
They crafted a seed of light and planted it in the void;
when Mother touched it, the stars descended.
Rather than allow their children to fall into chaos,
the dark-eyed daughter knits a blanket to catch them as they fall.
The white-eyed daughter tied a line to the edge,
counting each row as it moves forward.
This flash fiction in 75 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan
Cooper knew nobody else could do this:
each time he closed his eyes, he saw himself run toward a particular corner and turn left.
He could do this all day; his body lay shattered in a hospital bed –
useless.
Each time, blown clean out of his running shoes by a runaway sedan.
If he could find a different path, he could switch into it;
this one was beginning to cramp his style anyway.
Apparently, the multiverse was out to get him. Not once yet has he taken a right instead.
Hey – no sweat, right? He could do this all day.
This flash fiction in 100 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan