Here’s an entry for Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenge. The challenge this time was to take a tweet from the Magical Realism Bot on Twitter and write a story inspired by it. Here is the tweet I chose. Enjoy. Continue reading “Egg”
The elevator dings and the doors open. I get in and press 8, top floor of our little office building. Only a few weeks on the job and I’ve already learned that the place isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s the regional headquarters for a big tech company, though I’d rather not say which. Sounds pretty good, right? Turns out, our office exists mainly for tax purposes, so we aren’t what you would call “important” to the mothership. They bought an office building and staffed us. We have actual work to do, sure, but it’s mostly the boring busywork that the “thinkers” at the mothership don’t want to do. It’s boring, but it’s a job, and it doesn’t pay too bad either. Continue reading “The Office Copy Machine”
Left foot. Right foot. Left again. Over and over. In reality, it’s not far, but when you’re walking to the gallows where you’ll be hanged, it’s an eternity. Step after step, guards on either side, fear mounting with every step. Maybe you wonder if it wouldn’t be better to make a run for it. Let them shoot you, get it over with? Continue reading “My Last Moments”
There’s only one Olive Garden, but it has a thousand doors. I always thought it was just a saying, a joke that people made about how every Olive Garden looked the same, but it’s not. It’s literally one, single restaurant. I found that out the hard way.
This one is the is the final (I promise) entry in the series that began with My Lucky Coin Toss. Please read the earlier parts before this one. I’ve linked them below.
The clock strikes 12:17 and I think I’m finally ready. The shadows still haven’t got me. Turns out, she couldn’t affect this world as much as I thought she could. Only the dick-god can really affect it. I smile. I know now how things work here. Continue reading “A Coin Toss, Retracted”
Renzo pulled himself out of sleep. Something wasn’t right. His room was pitch black and he couldn’t even see past the edge of his bed, but still, he knew there was somebody else in the room with him. It was finally time, he had been waiting for this for so long. He knew he still needed to be careful, but he couldn’t help smiling to himself as he sat up in his bed.
“Renzo Lanese,” came a female voice to his right. It was dark and powerful, just as he knew it would be. He still couldn’t see the person it was attached to, but he felt awed in her presence nonetheless. Continue reading “Your Past is Always There”