Zeeper

I am. I zeep. I zeep energy. Infinite pulses of colours, pounding my mind. I cannot remember how long this has been so, it just is. I zeep time. Without it, my mind could never string two thoughts together. I zeep complexity. I discern patterns, but make no sense of them. I spend the next … Continue reading Zeeper

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Proxathlon

Agent Nasani felt the impact on her chest. The freefall suit could withstand a beating, but the human catapult formed by Team Artemis smashed Nasani so hard her weightless body was sent back to the periphery. Thirty seconds. The crowds standing on the arena’s inner surface went into a frenzy. The Proxima supporters counted down … Continue reading Proxathlon

Permian Spring

Apparently, they aren’t even reptiles. With skin covered in scutes, boasting a vertebral sail and powerful jaws, this thing looks like a fat, bear-sized lizard, but Russell Hansard seems to think the wildlife around here predates the dinosaurs by fifty million years. Out of the two thousand surviving passengers on board the Cruise Ship Eudora, … Continue reading Permian Spring

The Fright Machine

Hacking robots can be lots of fun. Celebrating April Ghouls Day at horrorscribes.com with this flash fiction entry. Sawtooth froze. His clown quartet went from performing a slo-mo at the crossing lights to lunatic postures, ridiculing the angry driver. The black Audi inched closer, but when Mr Axe showed off his plastic hatchet, the motorist … Continue reading The Fright Machine

The Hate Triangle

An excerpt from the book “The Blood Ring.” Her russet eyes stood out, through dark mascara, heavy makeup and curly hair. There were several things I disliked about the girl; her open, shameless flirtation with Sophie being one. The dress she wore, an embroidered, simple number, suggested she’d been living in a bus shelter, a … Continue reading The Hate Triangle

Junknews

An excerpt from the book “The Blood Ring.” “What is the problem?” said Wendy Socorro as she snuggled into the back seat. “It’s two hours before you stream live. You can’t switch stories on me know,” said her producer, Ethan A. Gerencia. The panic in his voice caused his words to sound awkward and out … Continue reading Junknews

Year of the Dog

An excerpt from the book “The Blood Ring.” “I’m gonna feed you to the dogs,” said Fred Greenway brandishing a cleaver. He brought it down and cut into the young punk’s thigh. Doctor Gus flinched even though he’d seen this a hundred times. Having taken a Lava pill, his brain perceived the high-def images on … Continue reading Year of the Dog

Scumhackers

An excerpt from the book “The Blood Ring.” “Did ya reset that last pango before you sold it to the girl?” asked Martin while urinating, standing upright behind a mound of garbage. She finished, pulled up her pants and strolled over to where Rico sat. Rico surveyed the lane way situated adjacent to the B … Continue reading Scumhackers

Offshore

This flash fiction piece took out the inaugural Punk Out: Wattpunk Contests and Prompt challenge. When the electrical generator housing got crushed, the power ceased, killing the lights and the offshore installation manager’s hope of sending a warning out to the other drilling platforms. “There’s a satellite phone in my quarters,” said Owen Browne, the … Continue reading Offshore