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A dire battle, and I was fighting. — A. Nicosia
-my heart no longer felt affection for these alien people and their barbaric rituals, their trivial matters of fleeting importance or their malevolent, false gods. — On Returning
“Five minutes have been added to your sentence due to disobedience,” the guard said. — Convict
Sara Codair published Are We Like The Phoenix? A steampunk flash-fiction concerning volcanoes and time-travel. Whilst the plot and characters were interesting, it suffered from the perennial problem which afflicts nearly all flash fiction: being too short.
Even over the rhythmic growl of the ships engine, Lisbeth heard thousands of micro gears churning away. Of all the arcane devices she possessed, this one was the most powerful. — Are We Like The Phoenix
He’d got Frank out of Dartmoor, and had to stand guard over him in this dingy flat and wait for orders.
They hadn’t come. Whatever the plan had been, it had failed. — Caged
The camp cried and prayed, and she sat in her cage, focused on the smell of sea brine and the cook’s meaty neck. — Sanctus Spiritus, 1512
Little girls be brave, brave as your mother. Little boys be meant for the earth, let your blood water the prairie and come alive again in the red of sunset. — Still Life With Prairie
– And now, for 200 points: Find the difference!
The audience stared excitedly as the contestants probed into the two universes looking for anything that might be different, each of the contenders searching differently for the tiniest changes. — Puzzles, Part 1
Martin Aurely was dead inside. It wasn’t physical, but a persistent feeling that there was no feeling. Where there is no feeling, there can be no life. — Dead
She can deal with the fingertips scuttling over the glass window of her front door. She can pretend they are tree branches scraping the house. She doesn’t mind the muddy footprints on the porch. If she doesn’t look too closely in the morning, she can tell herself an animal visited during the night.
It’s the voice that sends her diving under the blankets with crawling skin and clenched teeth. — Let Me In
“You don’t drink juice from a needle.” — Tropicana On Steroids
I come to understand eventually: There is no sun. There are no stars. The coast is never clear. — I Called…
She could not swim but we still swim for her. Search the ocean for her and find her only at night. — Night Swimming
In the village of Roachburn, all blinds are drawn. The pregnant woman cries night and day. Another woman cries. A mother and an aunt cry too, behind walls buffeted by winds across the moorland. — Roachburn, 1908
I feel my shoulders slump as I begin to weep softly, thinking that Richard could be lying helplessly somewhere, seriously wounded or even dead. — Moments, Part 1
I remember, he says. Your life is one filled with tragedies. I may order another soup. — Blood!
Morning was slow to come,
with a lonely canary in the other cage,
now facing the empty one in front.
Oh, how long we waited for our canary to sing!
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