Two thousand and 84


flash fiction from2014

Song Bird Songs


“What is freedom?” she asked.
“It’s more than an absence of imperial domination,” he explained, eyes glowing in the dim lit cell.
“It’s something you must have inside, in your head, before you can live it, before you can give it to others. Some people think they are free, but they are the most bound of all, they are not even free in their thoughts.”
“Those that do the bidding of the masters?” she glanced down at the plastic cuffs securing her hands to the bench.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Was I free before they captured me?”
“No, for you were bound by fear of them. That is not freedom.”
“Where you ever free?”
“Yes, for a while I was, free of fear and free of them. I lived on an air ship. I hid in clouds and scattered pamphlets … I was free like the birds till they shot me…

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(from May 2014

Song Bird Songs

sci fi

(Sci fi flash fiction fun)

The course seemed simple enough, “Elementary Mind Reading” , the principals sound –  empty the mind, connect with your basic communication manipulator, focus on your partner and thoughts should come streaming through.  The trouble was they didn’t! Habel fidgeted with the stiff, high collar of his uniform, his forehead beginning to sweat with anxiety.

His partner Korianna, cool and composed, seemed to have no trouble using the device, eyes gleaming as she reeled off his conscious thoughts within seconds. How did she do it? He looked up at the face its rigid smile etched in the latest purple lip glow, the eyes giving nothing away. The glorious Korianna was a brilliant student, a mind enhanced with all the best that money could buy in chemical upgrades. What was she like on the inside he wondered? What did she think of him a poor Charitus student…

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Origin of the species. (from May 2014)


sci fi flower

Sci-fi flash fiction (just for fun!)

The flower danced, a pale, perfect pink, in the arms of the wind. Doe shaded his eyes to watch it swirl. A touch of red he decided. He coaxed the colour wheel to a brilliant magenta augmenting the tip of the petals. Essem looked on approvingly. Her bloom, tinted white and blue, sparkled in the sunlight its long vine like tendrils caressing the trunk of the giant cyrus tree from which it hung. All around them tropical jungle rose up in dazzling hues of orange, red and purple.

“Now try!” she said.

“I haven’t got the aerodynamics finished yet,” he answered fine tuning the apparatus.

Complete at last they watched in satisfaction as the blossoms performed their aerial ballet against a vivid turquoise sky.  A light flashed on his control unit. It was time to go.

Another species had been formed. Logging the video entry in his virtual pad Doe squeezed Essem’s  hand as it slipped into his own. They ascended the portal steps into the hovering craft. Taking his seat, Doe switched to auto pilot as she snuggled, sleepily into his shoulder. They had a long trip back, but it was worth it, when the music was added  it would be perfect, another innovation to add to his budding collection. He watched as double moons rose above the horizon a blaze of crimson red. Not far now…

Descending on a lawn dotted with wild henions pulsating a few inches above the green (another of his adaptions) he called to the vast, palatial villa that sat sedately on its rim. A head poked out between the columns, eyes bright, her silver blond hair ruffled by the breeze.

“Have you two finished your homework?” she called.

“Yes mother!” he answered, “it’s all done!”