After the war left, memories of those now gone remained. Not only the dozens she knew and loved who were killed or died, but the dismembered and maggot-chewed corpses lining ditches wherever she walked. In the light of day they receded into the mists under the shadows of trees. But as the sun followed its…
Category: fiction
#FF — Heavy Metal
At age four, Timmy rarely spoke. From the many crayons, he chose only blue to do his scribbles. He seemed tuned out and didn’t make eye contact. Sometimes he spontaneously tantrummed. Maya sought help. Conventional opinions and treatments ranged from his being an idiot that needed confinement; to he would grow out of it so…
What do you see # 39 — Vermin
Voraciously consuming as much and as quickly as I can. Everything is fair game for my appetite. Regrets? I don’t know the meaning of the word. Me me me; I’m the center of attention, Instinctively and incorrigibly driven to dominate. Never going to stop. One of us will fall. Humans or Earth. Sadje is the…
#FFFC 75 — Virtualicide
I met him at the all-inclusive dude ranch resort during my 30-day free trial membership in the virtual reality platform. He was everything I was looking for in a cowboy and we made plans to go out riding the next day. I rode a golden palomino and he rode an Arabian stallion out through the…
Thursday Inspiration 65 — Bugs & Trix
She was sitting at the Carrot Juice Bar, a pretty little thing with a silky brown coat and the softest ears he’d ever seen. The way her nose twitched was just right, and her sultry eyes were like milk chocolate, liquid and warm. Bugs’ right foot started thumping despite his efforts to stay cool. He…
#FF — home sweet home
Her childhood passion to go off-world continued into adulthood. Back then the only way for the working class to do it was to join Space Force as a trooper. As a new recruit she qualified for space station landings and orbiting Earth. Marcia’s last bump in rank allowed her to live in Mars barracks. Orienting…
What do you see # 38 — M & M (and H)
Mercutio’s legs felt of stone as dusk of the seventeenth day convened. How much longer would it take. He unloaded the patient donkey, Horace, put a feedbag of oats over his fuzzy grey ears, then built a small fire for dinner. He wouldn’t starve, certainly, with all of the stock the donkey carried, but his…
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