A recap of this week on Writing Tomorrow
Flash Fiction
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A recap of this week on Writing Tomorrow
Rama
It was hard to believe any place in the universe could be worse.
A Thinker’s Game
Torrnex rolled his upper set of eyes. "And why are we doing this again?" "It's a game," Xeenax replied with a wide smile. "A game," Torrnex parroted back, derisively. "And where did you pick this one up?" "On Earth," Xeenax answered, eliciting another eye roll. "Humans do this?" Torrnex shot back, mockingly. "I might have guessed! So … Continue reading A Thinker’s Game
San Ignacio
It seemed familiar. From the terracotta roofs to the arched windows, the crush of the city blocks, it might have been a sleepy town in Spain or his native Oaxaca. But the town, and the buildings, were not even so old as he was. It had been ten years since Raúl left Oaxaca, and Earth, … Continue reading San Ignacio
Stranded
The stench was overwhelming. It filled his nose and stuck to his clothes, setting him to retching as he covered his mouth. The gulls didn't seem to mind, though, as they picked merrily away at the rotting meat and blubber hanging from the putrid carcass. Another one. He'd gotten the call, and arrived to find … Continue reading Stranded
Terrarium
"Do we really need umbrellas?" "We always walked with them back home," Melissa replied. Lana never seemed to appreciate the value of tradition. In this strange place, it was all they had to tie them to what they'd left behind. The two walked side-by-side along a stone path, as the sea of green around them … Continue reading Terrarium
Stolen
These were not the lands of his ancestors. Long ago, his people had been men of the forest. They'd foraged and hunted in peace for generations in woodlands far to the east. Then, men with guns had taken their land, marched them off through tears to the empty places in the west they did not … Continue reading Stolen
Ice
"Amazing!" Trina gushed. As she watched, a puddle of water behind the fume hood rose elegantly, its surface undulating as it spun as though a spindle, finally resolving itself into a distinct shape before freezing solid. The result was a tall, slender crystal perched delicately on a flashed base. "And that's water?" "Just water," Parker … Continue reading Ice
Green
"Do you think there will be fountains there?" "I don't think so," Dina replied. "They said there isn't enough water. Everything's recycled." It was the day before their departure. The following morning their parents would take them to the spaceport at Canaveral, and they'd leave the only home they'd ever known behind them, shuffled … Continue reading Green
Michael T. Kuester 