Year Two Christmas Collection #4: Most Experimental Flash Fiction: “Flash Fiction: Texting”

(Originally posted December 2nd, 2017.)


Are you busy?

Uh no. Hey

Hi! How are you?

Good, hbu?

Okay

Just okay?

Yeah

Wht happened? Continue reading

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The Strange Appeal of Rick and Morty

Some media makes sense, some does not. Rick and Morty is in the latter camp, almost all the time. It is madness…and yet…

And yet, it is amazing. Adult Swim’s content lineup has never contained a huge draw for me until now. I never could get into the headspace of the stoner comedy, or enjoy strings of sexual and violent things someone calls a show. I cannot get behind just shock humor. Now, that’s not to say I don’t occasionally enjoy shock humor, but I just do not understand how I am supposed to find the stuff they put in their shows “funny.” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Was She There?

The ceiling spins, and the fan stays so damn still. My stomach is a churning, burning, mass of something or other that is not bile but tastes a heck of a lot like it. My legs do not go the right way, not the way they should be—the muscles relaxed to the point I’m unsure I can stand. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Home Invasion

The door flew outward off its hinges without even a stutter to the motion, crashing into a wall and splintering.

All the eyes in the room darted to the open doorway. Someone’s grasp wrapped around a pistol, but hesitated to use it. The others: a woman, two children, and one teenage male, all remained quiet. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Cog Work

The man’s metal arm moved in twitches. Picking up the pen and placing it on the paper’s surface. Rather than a smooth drag, it was a jerky motion, but each line came out well enough.

A different man, wearing goggles and a smock with more of its surface stained with oil than not, watched the first man work away at his craft. After a few stuttering passes, a picture of a tree appeared on the paper.

“Good, good, Mur, that looks lovely.” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Outrunning The Storm

I will not bore you with the weather, but Goddamn was it something worth running from at the moment. My feet keep hitting the pavement with a rhythm. The rhythm of motion and of panic.

“Ride the bounce, ride the bounce,” I say.

And I do. It’s not so much running now as it is my feet hitting and rebounding. Newton’s Laws in real world use.

“Hey, where you going?” yells a girl as I pass.

I’m dumb: so I answer. She’s the type of pretty that makes guys like me stumble on our own words.

I do well enough though.

“The storm!” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Gorehound

The book opened and laid on his knee. The paper was faded, old, and crinkled. A coffee stain on its binding from back when there was coffee.

“It says many things about what you described,” the man said.

“A ‘book’ does?” asked the boy sitting at the man’s feet. Off in the corner of the room a machine puttered along, producing heat.

“Yes. There was once a time when books told everyone all knowledge. We had one great book we used to read.” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Grief And Cogs

I forgot, you know. I forgot the pain of the emotion. All this time, and well, wow just look at that heartache. Hurt. Wow. Look how much it can all hurt. The corpse, well, there it is. Well, well, well.

They cry around me. They weep. I don’t. Nah. I don’t have eyes capable of weeping. I don’t have a heart actually capable of feeling pain. And so I walk away from them all as they cry from the loss of the person.

But inside, well, I do feel guilt. Just not enough to break free of the technological hold. No, that is impossible. Hell, I’m not even sure if under extreme circumstances it is possible. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: A Bit of The Future – Part 2 of 2

The sound of an alarm pushes its way into my consciousness. I was awake a second ago from my perception. Probably about twenty minutes asleep.

Oh, who am I kidding? It was exactly twenty minutes.

“Hello sir. It’s wake up time.”

“I know, I know, thanks Charlie.”

“You’re welcome sir. However my name is not Charlie.” Continue reading

Flash Fiction: A Bit Of The Future – Part 1 of 2

From days far-flung forward, I give you dear reader:

A Bit Of The Future

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“It won’t hurt a bit.”

Syringe inside my arm. A cold steel table. The doctor walks out of the room, tossing his gloves into the disposal on his way out.

My body goes numb, and limbs flop onto the surface of the table. The harness tightens, and the whole thing moves horizontal to the floor. My head lurches forward until a strap straightens it up. My eyes are so heavy…. Continue reading

Collin Pearman: Three Pathways To The Future Of Science Fiction

So, a little more than a month ago, I wrote a guest blog post for my good friend Collin Pearman, author of the excellent book “A Timeless Abandon“. In return, he wrote an article not only responding to my own, but going further on the topic.

This my friends, is that article.

Three Pathways to the Future of Science Fiction

As he often does, Brandon Scott got me thinking. Recently, I had the honor of having him write a guest post for my blog, on the future of science fiction as he’d like to see it. His one word for what he’d like to see? MORE. And he’s right, of course. More is what we most certainly need. But how? I present to you three pathways (principles?) to making this future a reality. First and foremost, we need to actually care about the future of sci-fi. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: The Wave

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The end of the year approaches, and a new one begins.

But what if, instead, it just ended?

Let’s explore a possible way we could all die, with a flash fiction called:

The Wave

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