The sokudu bike puttered slowly to a stop as Keziah held up a fist, the signal for the group to stop. Her wary gaze took in their surroundings. Flat lands for kilometers in every direction, good spot to make camp. They pitched their tents in the lee of the collapsed buildings. This land hadn’t been much before the war just a tiny oasis surrounded by kilometers of empty desert. Now they called it the “Never Never.” The saying was “Never go out there or you’ll Never come back.” Continue reading “Rest Stop … Last Stop”
The Dead Lands
The stacks still spewed their poison into the air, the barrels of deadly poisons lay unbroken on the ground. A beleaguered Lady Earth had ripped away her own skin to be rid of the invading humans, leaving naught but scorched rock. The Dead Lands they were called. Continue reading “The Dead Lands”
Xerina surveyed the dining hall. All was ready, the buntings draped, chairs assembled. Xerina was not entirely pleased with the look, it was some how cheap and tawdry with the folding chairs and tables, no matter how expensive. Continue reading “The Feast”
Meeting at the Bistro
She sat in the bistro looking out at the scene on the sidewalk, taking in the wild cacophony of sound and color that was the energy of this city. Her latte sat untouched, next to an empty notebook as she played the tourist. Solanj looked around, she would have preferred a more private setting for this meeting but the man claimed to have information about her sister’s attackers so she hadn’t tried too hard to change the location of the meet. Continue reading “Meeting at the Bistro”
For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge # 6
While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.
The Road Ahead – Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #6
There it was. The road that lead to Avonlea. Siofra gazed down at the long, long black line through the wastelands. Just last year the old road had blazed it’s trail through the prairie grasses. Lush and green, dotted with wildlife, it had been a beautiful drive. But that was before the Two Day War. Most of the world’s population had perished in two days, millions more in the aftermath. Then had come the nuclear winter and the holocaust summer. Savage wind storms had ripped through the world turning grasslands and forests to deserts. Continue reading “The Road Ahead – Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #6”
For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge
Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.
Wired – a mostly true story
He was only seven when the monsters came. Whispering to him late at night, telling him stories, telling him … things. I sat and watched as he stood open-eyed, staring off into the distance, talking to someone I couldn’t see, in a language I’d never heard. He was only seven. Continue reading “Wired – a mostly true story”
They traveled in comfortable companionship, talking about their daily lives. The trip had been a welcome break from their scientific work. They sat on the bench and watched the sea; and waited. Continue reading “Final Judgment”
For Fandango’s new Flash Fiction Challenge (yeah)
A Jolt for Volt
“Volt! You get back here right now!” Yelled Mother.
Volt just laughed as he ran in the opposite direction.
“You are too little to power yourself up now GET BACK HERE!” Continue reading “A Jolt for Volt”
A Wild Lament
She always came out in the late morning. Bathing in the little creek that ran near her cottage. They said she was a witch, but the animals didn’t care, a few of them came every morning to listen as she played her flute. Her song lilted through the crisp morning air, then turning to a slightly mournful score filled with quiet solitude and, perhaps, just a touch of loneliness. It was her offering to the day, a wild lament of the beauty and loneliness of a girl alone with nature. The littlest deer came closer and closer gazing up at her with brown eyes filled with adoration. Continue reading “A Wild Lament”