Tag Archives: Flash Fiction

A beautiful girl lived here

A beautiful girl lived here. Lithe and supple, her willowy curves had been traced by many an eye as she glided along the dark, grimy streets and alleyways of this old town. The hearts of men were quickened by furtive … Continue reading

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Long in the tooth

“Hey Reynolds, you’ve won the investigator lottery again!” said Slater as he slapped a file down on my desk. My eyes traced a line from my cluttered desk to his pear shaped body and followed the egg stains on his … Continue reading

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Detour

Rasputin scratched at the insect-bites under his coarse linen shirt and scowled at the photographer. They’d taken his weapons, clothes, implants and external devices and flung him amidst the byways, as vulnerable to the vortices as some ignorant primitive from … Continue reading

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Web of Intrigue

View image | gettyimages.com “Well?” “Well what? “Did you get it?” “Get what?” “The information from the Arachnids you bloody twit!” “Oh yeah.” “So did you get it?” “What?” Percival glared at Gavin, who lowered his muzzle into his furry … Continue reading

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Vicious

icious, that’s how humans would have described what had been done to that girl, viscous and premeditated. The way the killer had tortured and murdered the child was indeed thorough and very detailed, and this was why Federal Agent Robot … Continue reading

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Utilitarian

tility Robot number 51020452 was, as its number indicated, one of many. It worked in harmony with a community of others, performing many tasks which were previously undertaken by humans.  Less humans opted to perform such tasks these days, even … Continue reading

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Timing

iming, it was all about timing.  Didn’t matter which weapon you used; if you timed it right, you could take out swathes of the rippers with one sweep of the blade. Luther knew this, and so he stepped in an … Continue reading

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