Three million years entering R.E.M. A dreamy rendezvous with a handsome-beaked mollusk. Wasted.
She half-awoke fully enraged. Fleshy apes. Again. Transmitting waves embedded with trains, rockets, and cream pies. Again.
She hit the snooze, propelling an asteroid toward Earth.
She hoped, vainly, to rejoin the mollusk before waking for work.
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The story of the week for February 12 to 16 is…
Eight Months Later by Jo Withers
Things you left behind when you moved out:
-coffee mugs (2), stained
-CDs (4), no cases
-shoes (1 pair), scuffed
-socks (5), all odd
-spider plant (1), lovingly watered
-cufflink (1), gift from me, remember?
-sweater (1), still smells like you
-heart (1), broken
Please call ASAP to arrange collection.
Hannah Whiteoak is a freelance writer and poet from Sheffield, UK. Read her stories or follow @hannahwhiteoak.
“Happiness is seeing Mars in your rear-view mirror…” sang Lorg as the planet disappeared from view. “Good luck colonizing that mudball!”
He turned on the vessel’s kitchen feature. Reaching for the hyperspace button, he hesitated and turned around instead. “I’d colonize an asteroid with Liya if she wanted.”
Penny Jo McAllister writes fantasy and has never left Earth.
In a village just outside Llandudno, I went up to the owner of a bookshop, me a young lad, and declared how much I’d love his job.
He looked at me first in scorn, then in pitiable sadness, his face crinkled like the edges of one of his browning paperbacks.
Harris Coverley lives in Manchester, England, where he works as a teaching assistant. He has had short fiction published in Disclaimer Magazine, Microfiction Monday Magazine, The Drabble, and 50-Word Stories.
She had always been afraid of heights.
Finally she decided that today, on her birthday, she would conquer her fear and go to the top of the tallest building she knew.
Looking out at the extraordinary view she knew this would always be a date to remember.
September 11, 2001.
Jonathan Cook is a one-time farmer, pharmacologist, stand-in head of an EU delegation, international training advisor, and current language school director. Throughout, he has retained an abiding interest in anything as long as it is well written…
“Let’s walk to our tree,” she’d say. Our special place.
Through the wood, twigs snap underfoot. The brook flows by, reflecting dazzling summer sun. At the tree, a blackbird sings. I run my fingers over her initials, still carved into the trunk.
She’s gone. Her name forever in my heart.
Henry writes micro, flash and full fiction. He lives in Somerset, UK and he likes trees.
“Do you believe in magic?” she asked. “Charms… enchantments… love potions?”
He laughed. “Of course not. Do you?”
“Oh, no. But your grandma does. She told me.”
“Grandma believes in fairies, too. Don’t take her seriously.”
“You’re right.” She smiled. “Here, drink your tea.”
She watched for fairies.
B.C. Nance is a native of Nashville, Tennessee where he works as a historical archaeologist. In his spare time he writes fiction and poetry and has published several of his short stories and poems.
The Story of the Month is chosen from the Story of the Week winners announced from the past month.
The finalists for January were:
Roommate From Hell by Sarah Krenicki
Advanced Flexibility by Brooke Randel
Promises by Zurina Saban
Chill to Serve by Anna Ascott
The winner of the January 2017 Story of the Month, and the $10 prize, is…
Roommate From Hell
Zurina Saban deserves strong runner-up recognition for Promises, but I love coming across stories like Roommate From Hell that address completely new and unique scenarios, emotions, and takeaways. Sarah gave us something darkly whimsical with a brand new flavour, and I loved it.
Twinkly blue eyes, shiny brown hair and a Hollywood smile… Swoon.
Flowers, hearts, teddies and chocolates strewn all around.
“Be my Valentine” proudly displayed.
How are you today, he asks?
Our eyes meet as he announces for all to hear: “Price check on lasagna for one.”
Lynn Cliff wrote this story.