The Time Traveler’s Scheme, Chapter 4

2060 Melina tossed her book bag onto the ground, even though her mother constantly corrected her for the action.  Opening the fridge and finding nothing of interest, she huffed and slammed the door shut. “Was the fridge that mean to you, dear?” Her father seemingly appeared from thin air. Melina didn’t acknowledge him and pushed…

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First Lieutenant Kim Caruthers: Letter to Her Mother – July 18, 2030

“The following is recently discovered and previously unreleased correspondence between young U.S. Army officer, then First Lieutenant, Kimberly Royer Caruthers, and her mother, Joan Royer.  The letter was written towards the end of Caruthers’s first tour during the “Great Narco War of the Americas,” Operation Verdant Grison. According to military records, Caruthers was stationed at…

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Break Time – Flash Fiction #11

It’s time for another Flash Fiction challenge!  See the prompt below and try using it in your own 100 word story.  Post your best entry in the comment section below. He couldn’t remember what happened.  Frantically, he patted himself down, and recognizing there were no visible marks or injuries – no scrapes or bruises – he…

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Break Time – Flash Fiction #9

It’s time for another Flash Fiction challenge!  See the prompt below and give us up to your best 75 words.  We look forward to reading how the story unfolds. New addition can change the flow of life at any time.  Write 75 words on the arrival of a new pet into a family’s home.

Something 'bout a Birdwatch

(This piece follows the events and characters of the short story, “Cut-Loose,” but stands alone as its own work) Something was off about it.  You ever get one of those?  A call from someone you’re surprised to hear from that just feels off?  It’s not that Hollywood thing where someone gets shook from a peaceful sleep,…

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Break Time – Flash Fiction #5

Give use your best 300 words using the following prompt: He had a death grip along the sides of the podium.  His mouth was dry; the luminous stage lights blazed down on him with hot, white light.  Someone in the audience of thousands sneezed, otherwise there was perfect silence.  Pierre took a large gulp of…

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Break Time – Flash Fiction #3

Hemingway is famous for his 6-word story (For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.) While we won’t hold you to that few words, we’d love to challenge you with 150. Give us a complete story, with plot twists and character development, in the same space as an iPhone screen.

Galactaplex

Galactaplex A Comedy by Bishop “BJ” Garrison “Galactaplex Space Tours, bringing the beauty of the cosmos to you.  How may I assist you today?”  Her tone was dripping with annoyance as she spoke.  She could not be bothered with trivial matters, Matthus decided. “Hello, yes, I believe my tour ship inadvertently left without me and –…

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Break Time – Flash Fiction #2

It’s time for another Flash Fiction challenge!  This week ask for you to write a 250 word piece based on the following photo and prompt.  Please provide you entries in the comments section below.  We look forward to reading you entries.  Enjoy! Even in the most unlikely conditions, beauty can thrive. Send us a story…

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Cut-Loose

“Who sings that one?” “What?” Timmy asked. “The song,” I asked him again.  The beat rolled out of the house and welcomed us as we walked toward Timmy’s front door.  The singer sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.  “Who sings it?” “The Stones, man.  You know?  Jagger?  Richards?  My dad kept an old record collection. …

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Whitman

(Featured photo can be found here) Why wasn’t he on that hill?  The question repeated in his mind.  Libby Hill was a grass covered knoll that held one hundred and sixty-seven cracked and crumbling concrete steps arranged in three sets of partially renovated stairs.  They led up the side of a fairly steep slope that…

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The Thing They Forgot About Light

(Post image is a portrait of Sir Isaac Newton by Jean-Leon Huens) “We should go do something,” I tell him.  “We should just jump in the car right now; head to Idaho or Bolivia or Finland or somewhere that ain’t here.  Just go, man…” “That don’t make sense,” Jimmy’s raspy voice squeaks out in a whisper.  “Pretty sure…

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Augusta

(Image: “Dead City” by Nicolas “Sparth” Bouvier via Digital Art Gallery; editing by Laura Collins) The taste was still on his lips.  It was a sweet and tangy raspberry that lingered like the days of summer.  He remembered sitting by the bed of the lake.  Somewhere a teenager was strumming a guitar listlessly in the background, accompanied…

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