The time machine shimmered and was gone. She looked at the space it left and thought of the man she had just spoken to, gone to his fate in a destroyed world.
As he now kicked inside her she knew what might become of him.
She had better get started.
Steven Lee wrote this story.
Elizabeth reclined comfortably beside the still waters of her estate’s emerald lake. Her children laughed playfully on the grassy embankment as she smiled broadly.
“Time’s up!”
Elizabeth took off the visuset and drew in a breath of dank, carcinogenic air. Five minutes for a month’s wages, but so worth it.
David R. Schulze is an EMT/Commercial Actor, because that’s a logical combination.
“A UFO!” screeched Becky Turner. “Outside the chem lab!”
We peered through the dusty glass. The silver dish took up the entire quadrangle, having landed on the basketball team judging from the lanky legs protruding crookedly.
Acne McGee grimaced. “I had money on those guys winning the trophy this year.”
B Lee Draper is a teacher and aspiring author. She dreams of one day owning a chocolate-coated vineyard.
In fair weather or foul, the mail must get through.
No one knows why anymore. It has been possible for a decade to send any message electronically and to replicate or actuate any object that might previously have required physical transportation.
I suppose the mail carriers have a good union.
This story was based on the prompt “in fair weather” on TypeTrigger.
All the aliens in the zoo are unique, but the sentient liquids are by far the strangest. They’re so far beyond the scope of my understanding.
I clean their tanks conscientiously, and feed them their minerals, and every day I resist a growing urge to hop in for a swim.
This story was based on the TypeTrigger prompt “liquids.”
Something was wrong. It was a feeling more than an observation, something intangible, instinctive. Hannah backed away.
The creature seemed offended. “How typically human. You see a purely biological life form and consider me slimy, primitive, and murderous. How ignorant.”
The heads-up display built into Hannah’s eyes blinked a warning.
This story is based on the adjectives intangible, slimy, and murderous, as provided by @RubyCosmos.
Kieth leaned wearily on his mop. He looked up at the ugly contraption the whitecoats had so proudly built and intended to fire tomorrow. Kieth thought of the misery and death it would bring. Quietly, carefully, he removed a metal panel, tugged free some wires and snuck away a hero.
Alex Steacy is a member of Loading Ready Run and recently released a collaborative graphic novel called Shards.
The time traveler found the genie’s lamp.
“You have one wish,” she said.
“I wish for zargon crystals so I can return to my time.”
The genie shrugged, embarrassed.
“What about some protofongles?”
The genie sighed. “Here’s some gold, a castle, and a gorgeous wife. That’s gonna have to do.”
This is the seventh in a series of stories from King Kool, who has previously contributed multiple other series.
“Hey, have I told you about the sci-fi book I’m writing? It’s set in the coolest solar system ever. The main characters live on a lava planet which is kept cool by the rays of an icy anti-sun.”
“…You can’t be serious.”
“And there are secret cloned laser cyborg aliens.”
This story is based on the title suggested by @Yax.