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
The interfacial point where retreating time dragged space along, a nautiloid spiral curled to a singularity before it flowed back out a clean, gibbous curve; here he stopped, just to collect his will before moving on. It was glorious chaos, nothing to bother and everything … Continue reading Regress: Turning Back
The convergence was not a comfortable transition for most people, regardless of how we defined personhood prior to that point in time. Much as humanity had spent hundreds of years creating machines that reflected their own state and abilities, so too did humanity’s legacy dedicate … Continue reading Trifecta 91: Reconstruction
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
Eileen Moore — a.k.a. “The Wave”. She glided in under cover of darkness, set to powerwash the compound — not to flush them out, but dissolve them. Presence detection at full power; eighty-three targets acquired. She was a machine — quiet, efficient. Within half an … Continue reading Left: A Silent Crashing
Charley saw the rider pull up beside the stagecoach out of the corner of his eye; the man had a revolver in one hand, reins in the other. Turning to look, Charley recognized him as a four-flusher who had been skulking about the saloon back … Continue reading Trifecta week ninety: Keepin’ it Dry
Beeping, whirring machines;
Displays and metrics;
Yards of tubes and hoses –
A singular opportunity of the human era.
Going beyond…
As technicians made final preparations, Project Head Barca psyched herself up; no matter what happened when the button was pressed, do or die, she would embark on a serious adventure.
This flash fiction in 50 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan
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
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