Category: Writing
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Day 7: Panic (Inktober Flash Fiction)
You don’t know it’s coming until it’s there. And you can’t do a thing about it once it arrives. It’s really an unfair arrangement, but that’s the cost of adventure. You close your eyes; they’re useless now. You hear a slurp, a squeak, a squelch. You’ve been trying not to panic and you were actually…
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Day 6: Ogre (Inktober Flash Fiction)
Lost another finger at the factory? Macrospora in the rations again? Don’t have the bankroll to join an insurance cult? DON’T WORRY! Your closest OMEGACORP GENERAL REVITALIZER & ELECTROCOAGULATOR — or OGRE, for short — is located at [ENTER PATIENT LOCATION TO POPULATE]. Just look for the big green box, pay up, and step in! Quality…
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Day 5: Smack (Inktober Flash Fiction)
Floth has a wind so bitter it reminds me of my mother. Nothing like Ursa 29’s operatic baritone; or Tau Ceti k’s gusts so frisky they’d smack your ass every time they kicked up. The locals say it’s Flothyska herself, checking in to see if we’re looking after her only child. Well. We aren’t. We…
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Day 4: Cactus (Inktober Flash Fiction)
They say everyone remembers where they were when it happened. Me? I was about 40 miles west of Ely, Nevada, watching Thompson work through the bends once he finally stopped flickering. We were under a radio silence order out there, so the whole team jumped when Yamagata’s comm lit up. The government hid the portal…
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Day 3: Miniature (Inktober Flash Fiction)
General Grennin pushed a miniature ship across the chart with a long, golden fork, then aligned two more behind it. “If we attack from the cover of Lygo, we’ll have the element of surprise.” “If we attack from the cover of Lygo, we’ll violate the treaty of Lygo.” “Then what do you propose, Vice General?”…
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Day 2: Relic (Inktober Flash Fiction)
You, rifling there. You don’t want that old thing. My ex-wife is in that photo. Even the frame is cheap. One crude relic could never portray me. Definitely not! It would take an entire castle to preserve my legacy! Or at least a three bed two bath with cathedral ceilings. Where are you going? No,…
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Day 1: Apple (Inktober Flash Fiction)
The desert stretched, unending, and she walked, unyielding. There! Apart from the oblong cacti. Apart from the shadows of vultures with their mangled beaks and many wings. A wonder of memory; a sight as old and forsaken as the feel of Earth between her toes: an apple. Defiantly crimson against the sepia backdrop, a misplaced…