In the Third Era, settlers came to Rygar IV by the hundreds, escaping from the over-crowded conditions which plagued their former homes. Metallic and brittle, the so-called Last Walk signified the last steps colonists would take, perhaps ever. In many cases, hope and oxygenators were their sole companions. Some would drown. Many died. Thanks to […]
get the InLinkz code Release Day and the blank screen lit up with system stats for the Virtually Real Simulation. Chief Designer Barrok’s heart sank. Hundreds of users denied service. All around him, excited voices bounced off the metal walls of Service Central. His chief aide tapped him on the shoulder. “Look at the news.” […]
get the InLinkz code One Last Beer Old Sal never saw a drink he didn’t like. You don’t believe me? Let me tell you something. You remember that billboard we used to have out on I-9, the one for that car dealership? People said the competition knocked it down for a lark but I know […]
PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields This is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. To read more stories and add your own, click on the blue froggy. …….. Letter found in a bottle: When I feel completely, utterly alone, you’re there. You don’t always quiet the storm. You don’t always make me feel […]
get the InLinkz code This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly blog hop where we share flash fiction of 100 words or less. To read more stories or add your own click the blue froggy. My story is below: Not Again…. This is the third time this month that I’ve had to call […]
get the InLinkz code This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly blog hop where we all write stories of about 100 words (this one is slightly under – yay) in response to a prompt. To join in and to see more stories, click the blue froggy! Maiden’s Lament I never look back […]
get the InLinkz code This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100-word flash fiction sprint helmed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. For more stories and/or to add your own, click the blue froggy above. It’s been a while since I’ve written as part of this blog hop but the versatility of responses this week’s picture […]
There was something I was really supposed to tell you. I remember writing it down somewhere. Was it on my iPhone? No… I forgot to charge the stupid thing again last night. I didn’t have my journal at the time, so it couldn’t have been my journal either. Agh, where did I write it down? […]
There are two things that I would like to take a moment to clarify – well, at least two. First, Socrates my husband would have been nothing without me. I was the real brains of the operation. Have you ever heard of the Socratic method? Yeah, it should probably be called the Xanthippic method – […]
I’m not angry. I’m not even sad anymore. I am simply riddled with invisible bruises, like how a long ago broken arm twinges before a storm. Why were you so cruel? Were you insecure, not ready to have a child, blaming yourself for my faults, real and imagined? I stand by your grave like standing […]
Anne Higa 