Brandon Scott realized that he had written, by now, so many odd stories that he started these microfictions with simple nonsense words, and then tried to work them backward. Today’s brain bubbling bramble was something called “Cajun Bacon,” and he assumed it was a story about some type of spicy bacon, or something. Continue reading
They set out to fight for the sake of fighting. It didn’t matter much to them who was winning when they arrived; they would win when they got there. Guns the size of small ships adorned their hull—this wasn’t even going to be a challenge. Continue reading
Two scientists stood over the glass bottle, ogling it. Neither wanted to touch the thing, for obvious reasons.
“It filters,” one said. Continue reading
Technically, they did all of it legally. Everyone was moved far enough away that they weren’t in any danger. Businesses and workers and the population of the town were given fair amounts of money for their trouble—so, really, it didn’t feel like the gleeful act of mischief that Herbert wanted it to be. Continue reading
This was the discovery of the ancients. The tomes sifted, translated, checked again, then told to the greater community only when they were positive, only when they were certain, that this indeed was the truth of the matter. Continue reading
He sat cross-legged in his chair and peered over his glasses with tired eyes.
“You rang?” he said, sounding like he might laugh any second.
“I’m told you can help me with something?” the merchant said, taking a step forward.
“Oh sure, I can.”
“But will I?” Continue reading
The room was on fire. The chair he had been sitting in was melted from an errant drop of the stuff. His shirt had a stain that was slowly growing into a hole. Continue reading
“I have not slept in so, so long.” Harold picked up his mug and sipped from it. Waiting for the reaction from his friend. The one he had called over for this exact conversation.
“How long are we talking?” George asked, eyeing him. “This is not like that time in college, is it?”
“No, no, nothing like that. That was weak sauce compared to this. I have not slept in… huh, I think it was twenty days now. It has been a major boon to my work cycle, I tell you that. I have gotten all the projects done I was ever planning on getting done in the last week or so.” Continue reading
Let it be said that I do not always do stories which are all doom and gloom. This one is, shocker, a pure romance story. Served to you a couple of days before the day of couples, Valentine’s Day.
I hope you enjoy this tale. It’s called:
It’s Kind Of Awkward
The thing about her was that I knew. I did not think I could know. It was astonishing. Flabbergasting to even comprehend that such a person could exist.
But, there she was. Standing there, and looking around with big eyes, and I just…melted. A little ball of wax in my heart moved to liquid. A slow thing gliding down my chest. Continue reading
May I present a short, strange story about a thankless job.
We rise with the sun. They rise with the night. And the first step is always to make sure they do not breach the earth. We feed the soil. We water them as best we can. But they still grow out of the ground at the rate they do. So we chop off the exposed parts and force them back. Continue reading
I have been listening to quite a few theological debates lately and this story just sorta sprang from my head.
I hope you enjoy it; this microfiction about reality, simply titled:
I want you to understand that what I did was strictly for science. Perhaps with these last words you might understand that I was not motivated by hubris, but by genuine curiosity. Continue reading
This is it.
This challenge has taken us through the depths of fiction, and now we stand ready to bring down the death-stroke.
To sever the head of the challenge, and bring glory to Coolerbs.com! Continue reading
So remember the challenge I did last week?
Well, Chuck Wendig decided that this weeks challenge will be for us to continue someone else’s story, but still not finish it.
The stuff in bold she wrote, while my continuation with remain in normal mode.
Ready? Let’s go!
Don’t Talk to the Dead
Hey guys. Surprise post!
A flash fiction; written by yours truly. It’s my entry for the Flash Fiction Challenge. A weekly contest hosted over at Terribleminds.com.
This weeks challenge? To write a 500 word story that is purposely unfinished. Then, someone else might come along and finish it. Who knows? But whatever the case, it was a lot of fun to write.
If you’re interested in participating, the link is right here: CLICK ME!
Otherwise, here we go! Continue reading
Alright, so it turns out I can write things that are not reviews.
Well, fancy that.
Yeah so, I recently wrote a short story. It’s called “Garbage Man”.
It was an idea I had a few months back, but I guess it took till now for all of it to be sorted out in my head.
So I wrote it. Not knowing if it was any good, or even worth a damn. Continue reading