Rejects From The Idea Factory; A Flash Fiction Anthology
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A collection of fifteen original flash fiction stories covering genres from Military to Science Fiction and quite a few odd ones inbetween.
17/12/13 by Ray Daley Once upon a time, when the world was much younger, when there were only the beasts walking upon this world where we now live, it was a much different place. The animals lived together in peace. There was but one land over which Lion, King of all the beasts, ruled in all of his infinite wisdom. "How do we eat, Lion?" asked the Wolf, eager for meat. "We eat those who die, there will never be any shortage!" replied Lion. Every day another creature came to Lion,
Generation Explorers Fourth Generation Explorers 6/10/2013 By Ray Daley We have lived within this realm for as long as any Recorder can retrace, this much we know for certain. The Recorder tells us that our people came to this region in the time of our Great-Grandfathers. The realm was our place of banishment, the crimes of our ancestors are now lost to the passage of time like so many forgotten memories. The Recorder is not infallible, the oral history of our tribe is not an easy
Regardless of where it was received, they understood the message to be speaking in their native tongue. Even Eskimos were shocked to hear Inuit coming from space. We had no way of telling how far the signal was travelling, it was received as strong as anything from low Earth orbit, maybe they were close, it was just impossible to tell. But every day it transmitted non-stop. We looked forward to their arrival, long fought bitter feuds and wars were set aside. Our planet looked forward to the
speaking. How can I help you?” “Hi there, I saw one of your flyers in the city centre. I wanted to enquire about the price of lessons?” “Certainly sir, it's ten credits per lesson or a course of fifty lessons for only four hundred credits. I also provide practise guitars for lessons for those students who don't have their own.” said Glenn. “The name's Bill. Is it any cheaper if I bring my own guitar Glenn?” I asked him. It took a few moments for Glenn to consider that. “Sure Bill, I'm
blame Annie the cleaner who missed that little bit of water that had splashed down from the drinking fountain. Our friend Jim slipped and overturned the cart, tipping off the bottle, letting loose the potential cure for something yet to be created which became the worst virus known to man. And all mankind would know it. It would be carried on air, by water, by people, by animals, in every way a virus could be transmitted then find a few more that would surprise scientists before they died.