T(ea) I’ll admit, I was only half listening to my daughter. She’d just gotten back from school and was chattering about her day. I was going through the mail. “Tea,” I heard her say. I looked at my watch. “Sure, I guess. You going to make it?” “You are.” “Fine. Don’t take that tone, though.”…
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This Familiar, Alien Air
This Familiar, Alien Air The air here smells familiar now, which means I’m forgetting my home planet. It’s been decades since I crash-landed on this world. The inhabitants were initially wary but respectful. Their language is subtle, but I get by. I live in this ruined castle I found, adding bits of technology I salvaged…
Super Commute
Super Commute “Begone, dastardly Crabman!” “It is you, Captain Buffalo, who will soon be cooked.” I looked away from the superbeing duel causing a traffic jam on the bridge in front of me. —Gonna be late, I texted my boss. Bridge fight. —You took the bridge? You know that’s a magnet for epic showdowns. Take…
The Murder House (Allegedly)
The Murder House (Allegedly) There goes another one, walking into the quaint Island Meats house. The problem is, people go in but no one comes out. I’ve been watching from the café across the street for the last four hours. Tally: 56 people entering, 0 exiting. Finally, I called 911. “. . . and I…
Best-Friend-Teddy
Best-Friend-Teddy I should probably just go ahead and die. But, somehow, I still feel like living. Most citizens died long ago in the Terrible Event. The survivors fled. Now it’s just me: bad-back-white-haired-half-blind me. Me, and Teddy: that missing-eye-singed-fur-depleted-stuffing bear I found while scavenging. Teddy sits across from me at dinner, and I tell him…
DailyArt
DailyArt I don’t remember when I got my DailyArt™. It’s an electronic picture frame with a subscription: every morning when I wake up, a never-before-seen picture greets me. They started out cheerful but soon the colors darkened, and the shapes hinted at tragic things. Then this morning I woke up to a single scrawled word….
A Key Problem
A Key Problem “Why?” A shouted. “Nah, Y is up there,” said A’s neighbor, who was always a smart-S. The writer using the typewriter was writing a fantasy story. “Abracadabra!” they heard him murmur. A groaned as he got hit on the head five times in quick succession. “Quiet,” Z grumbled from just below. “I…
Death Mill
Death Mill “It roars through, same time every afternoon, on these metal rails. No one knows from where or to where.” “They’ve got to lead somewhere. You could follow them.” “I tried! Walked for, like, an hour. Still going. What’s important, though, it’s great for milling wheat. You put the wheat all along the rails…
The Sweet Life
The Sweet Life The air was filled with delicious smells and the sounds of nightmares. The Hive was in port, that wandering ship of bees the size of Shetland ponies. “Where’s your brother?” Mom asked. We watched through the slats of the blinds as two drones buzzed by, tattooed and addled on mead. I shrugged….
The Riddle Dilemma
The Riddle Dilemma “Stop! You shall not pass until you answer my riddles three—” The car roared past, just missing the troll standing in the road. “See?” said Doug, from the Department of Transportation. “No one wants to answer riddles anymore to cross a bridge. We let you do this for tradition, but it would…
The Green-Walled Treehouse 