The vote was unanimous. Everyone wanted to see Luke go and talk to the woman of his dreams, Helena. So, without any further ado, let's find out how that course of action played out... (If you haven't read the first part then click here) I give Joe a confident look, blow a sigh, and then … Continue reading The Office Christmas Party (And the Winner Is…)
I'm trying something a little cheesy and clichéd for this story. I've written two alternative endings and I want you, readers, to vote for which one I should go with. The winner will be posted on Christmas Eve. I feel so awkward. To be honest, the awkwardness and tension have been coursing through me all … Continue reading The Office Christmas Party
Richard took a look at his watch. He wasn’t quite sure why as time on the solar system’s largest moon was completely random; at least compared to the uniform timespans on earth. While its seven days and three hours to orbit Jupiter were consistent and unchanging, the sun seemed to appear when and wherever it … Continue reading The Loneliest Man on Ganymede (Flash Fiction)
The sound of explosions and screaming below are deafening and constant. The evilness and greed of man display themselves in bloody and violent fashion. A lone woman runs through the street. A second later, she bursts into myriad pieces with a splatter of blood, plasma, and body parts. A helpless, crying child calls out for … Continue reading Fog of War (Flash Fiction)
I turn the key, open the door and enter the flat that I don’t yet recognise: my new home. The light within is dull, even though it’s daytime and the curtains are open. Or perhaps that’s just the way I’m seeing everything right now. Doom and gloom abound. Over the last few months, I’ve managed … Continue reading Afresh (Flash Fiction)
Quiet music plays in the background. It’s a self-made compilation of slow funk and soul music with a smattering of jazz-fusion. My ears register that a Donald Byrd track is currently playing, though my attention is primarily drawn the way of the other person in the room who is talking. They’re talking great sense. I … Continue reading Confidant (Flash Fiction)
The smell of fresh bread wafts through the open window by virtue of the nearby bakery. I use the word ‘smell’ for want of a better description. We robots tend just to run with human terminology for everything. I don’t actually smell anything. Nor do I see, hear, or taste. All of those things are … Continue reading Hubot (Flash Fiction)
Colin – The Scottish Legend recently shared my flash fiction story in his Spring Writing Event. The idea for the story was completely off the cuff with no great forethought put in. I just let the words flow. Have a read and see what you think. Big thanks to Colin for sharing.
[This story was written by Paul E bailey. its a short one but fitting and enjoyable hope you enjoy it]
As is my usual custom, I knock upon the door to ensure that nobody is inside. There never is because that would be extremely poor planning on the part of my employer, but one can never be too careful in this line of work. In twenty-five years, seven months, one week and four days in this job there have never been hiccups to cause me problems, and I have never failed in my task.
What is my job? That’s simultaneously very easy to answer and extremely complex. I’m a hitman. I kill people. It’s not a job I yearned to have or anything. I fell into it by accident. I learned how to use ranged firearms in the army, and I was by far the best in my regiment…
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He’s looking over again. I’ve been trying to work out if it’s me he’s been looking at or one of my two friends. Maybe it’s something else on the dancefloor. It’s not massively busy, but there are enough people here for it to make sense that he’d be looking elsewhere in my immediate vicinity other … Continue reading Eyes on Me (Flash Fiction)