Day thirty-six on the ISS-2, and I can’t swallow my gel-breakfast fast enough. You’d think the new International Space Station would have updated its cuisine, but between a complete overhaul of living quarters, additional cargo space, upgrades to instruments, and a brand-new EVA system, there just wasn’t enough money left to figure out bacon in… Read More in Short story: Two-dimensional
Sometimes, it is too much to take. Sometimes it is too much to handle. Sometimes it’s just too much. *** Vincent opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He was sweating. In the moonlight, he could see the shadows from the branches outside, dancing gently in the midnight breeze. Next to him, Sarah mumbled… Read More in Short story: Vincent
The three of them sit in a semicircle, the Director in the middle, HR to my left and my line manager to my right. Door behind me. Window across, dark with the March dusk and a miserable rain pattering on the double-glazed, soundproof, insulating, corporate glass. Nature doesn’t usually mark the occasion. Babies are born… Read More in Short story: Fired
It was the rope. That’s what he was thinking while the car tumbled down the hill like a tossed coin, the night sky going in circles with the ground over the dashboard. The rope. Someone ‘d told him that just before you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes – well, all he could… Read More in Short story: Of ropes and balances
It all began two weeks ago. Man, time’s flown. Anyway, it was one of those cold November nights, around three in the morning. Me and my little brother were sleeping tight on our big creaking bed, when suddenly, lightning broke out. We both jumped and Tommy – my brother – started to cry, although he… Read More in (Weird) Short story: The cows will safely graze
The Upturned Microscope 