My job was to keep the chosen ones in stasis alive until I die. The one after me would do the same, the one after her as well…
This story was written for Microcosms and my prompts were “legatee”, “hinterland” and “Steam Punk”. Time Enough The airship flew slowly over the burnt grasses of the hinterlands south of the city. Encased in the glass and metal viewing deck, I was glad to be breathing fresh air. Uncle Bryan had really thought of everything…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Time Enough
“Do you remember that adventure we went on? When we were nine?” I sigh, staring out straight in front of me. Of course I remember. But that was before. “I know you do,” Alex says, sitting down on the foot of my bed with a grunt. He touches my leg, and I flinch from pain.…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Petrichor
“The last giraffe died more than three centuries ago. On earth. And you know the kind of stories that lot could come up with. For all we know they could breathe fire.”
This was written for Microcosms last week. The prompt was “The Beginning of Loneliness”.
Adriana woke up in a galaxy where old earth was little more than a distant memory for most. The inhabited planet where she was heading was called Paradise by its inhabitants, she had been told, and hoped that it wasn’t some cruel joke they played to attract new inhabitants. Whatever the planet looked like, it…… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Long-distance Relationship
A strange planet hung within the ether below, slowly, slowly turning a dance in the darkness to silent music. I closed my eyes, imagined the music of the stars, and moved fingers, stiff within their protective suit, to the silent tempo…