Perdyn frowned. Torches burned illuminating the makeshift gate barring the path. This would complicate things. “You didn’t mention the checkpoints.” Caldar had turned to glower at her as they slowed their horses.
Pioneers
Elrin shifted his footing again as the sands shifted. Even the bulk of their ship offered no protection from the wind and only marginal from the heat. He squinted into the distance, but golden dunes were all he could see. No plants. No life. No shelter. And certainly no rescue ships would find them here. He raised his arm and whipped the sweat from his eyes.
Welcome
This week the flash fiction delves into a flash of starting a new job. What is your worst experience with starting at a new workplace? Frank stopped abruptly at a cubicle. Spinning to face me, he smiled disconcertingly. “You’ll be working here.” I squeezed past him and pulled open a drawer. “Any questions? No. Great.”…
For Peace
Irving leaned over the contraption, tracing the mess of pipes and gears. Finally, it was ready. Grabbed his torch, he ignited it into a hissing flame. As he lowered the torch to reservoir the door banged open loudly. Jerking, Irving singed away the connecting wire and the gears collapsed.
Breath for Breath
She was there. Buried beneath wires, but it was her. I ignored those gathered and floated to her bed. “Liana.” I placed my hand on her foot.
Her eyes fluttered opened, blinking a few times before she focused on me. “You came.” She smiled wearily.
The Price
Happy Independence Day! However, you celebrate today I hope you make it a great one. This 4th of July I am celebrating with an extra, longer flash fiction for the week. Sometimes freedom has to be worked for and there’s always a cost. Kira stumbled. Her knees sunk into the snow as the cold bite…
Squeeze Through
I jerked as Tess screeched. “We have to fit where?” I glanced about certain guards would spring through a door or window.
Naft looked ready to holler back, but kept his tongue by not saying anything. Instead he pointed at the trunk.
Safety
This was a disaster. Sue raced across the ring’s edge dust drifting behind her. She grabbed ahold of Luke’s sleeve. “You have to stop this,” she whispered.
Come
Grating woke me. Heart beating, I sat, held by trembling arms. My head swiveled pinpointing the sound. Was there a hull breach? No, I was dark. Too far from any trade route, debris, hunk of space rocks or anything else. My post’s position had been chosen deliberately, and nine years proved its secrecy.
Mad
Mist drifted through the air as Tilley was marched into the room. Turning her head, she coughed in the goon’s direction. Thomas Brijesh looked up from his workbench, his monocle enlarging his eye garishly. He blinked and tucked the instrument away pressed her into a seat opposite of Thomas. And kept pressing. “I’m down. I’m down,” Tilley said hunching over in the chair. However short they thought her was obviously overestimated.
