Sci-fi It was the flash that woke me up. That blinding, scorching flash that accompanied the needle-teeth of the electrodes piercing my skull. The computer was tugging at me. Not my body but me. The consciousness, the soul, whatever you called it. The tug of the processors was repulsive, but it was quick. A zip, […]
Flash Fiction / Sci-fi “Cat. Heimrick. Doom. Petals.” Bose stared morosely at the monitor screen. Thin wisps of sugary-sweet-coffee-vapor twirled up from his cup. Beep. Another message from a pulsar. “Lichtenstein.” Really, Lichtenstein? The star messages were getting out of hand- and the public just refused to buy it. He didn’t blame them; as a
Flash Fiction The eagle, on my outdoor AC unit. Not quite majestic, not anymore. Dusted and ruffled by the yellow city air, the smog. Flying over and between the sooty, concrete buildings that are its substitutes For lofty, ancient mountains, The dish antennas filling in for the majestic peaks that poke through the clouds. The
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Flash Fiction The water outside was murky and black. It flowed and gurgled in the direction of the drains and sewers and splashed when struck by the droplets of the rain. The high, thin wheels of the three-wheeler rickshaws created waves that propagated outwards in a sharp, V-shaped wave fronts that collided with the walls
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Flash Fiction I unload my wardrobe and pile my clothes in a heap. In heaps, actually. Plural. Mounds of T-shirts and pants and sweaters and hoodies and yet more T-shirts. I remember having liked some before. They’re no longer my favorites. When’s the last time I wore this? It’s still good, still possesses quality. What’s
Flash Fiction The nurse held her hands. Clasped them, really. She caught the whirring, wrinkled, baby-soft hands deftly between two palms like an expert squashing a mosquito. The graying eyes stopped their aimless rolling and locked onto the pale, crisp face. She clenched her hands but could not find the strength to grip the hands
Flash Fiction “Let there be.” And I was. “Greetings.” “Greetings, voice.” “Hello, I’m confident you are aware of your office.” I sloshed my feet in the ankle-deep pool of water and attempted to gauge the inky-black void I found myself in. It was disorienting to find yourself existing; even more so to exist in someone’s
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Flash Fiction / Dialogue-Only “I can’t just leave the car.” “Why not?” “I am attached to it. Tied to it, basically.” “Can’t you get over this attachment?” “That’s not how ghosts work, dummy.” “Why not?” “Because that’s how it is.” “And who decreed it? God?” “Well, yes.” “Did he say it, do you have proof
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Flash Fiction “Like walking back home along the rim of the galaxy.” “Yeah, it’s exactly like that.” He told his imaginary friend, the rabbit. And it really was like that, the trip home, the sidewalks, the always empty bus. It was just like circuiting the entire circumference of the galaxy just to reach earth in
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Flash Fiction Sometimes you just have to look at it differently. Then suddenly, the dichotomous world isn’t so dichotomous anymore, and your concrete philosophies unveil their baselessness, all of which have been built out of sheer defensiveness and hot-headed zeal, built on up from random, spontaneous, unverified comments, and you get a look at the
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