Tara balanced her binder and pad pressing the commander’s call button. The chime echoed hollowly in the corridor. Why they’d thought that sound reflected imperfectly soundproof doors of Earth she didn’t understand.
Space Librarian
Tara enjoyed the quiet working off shift on this report granted her. Not that her domain was every noisy. Comprised of a counter, three computers, several more tablets, and a locked closet behind her the room was little more than a closet, but it was Tara’s. Outside of the labs, the mess, and other common rooms it was downright spacious for Farfell Station.
Machine Romance
Click clack. The real spooled between the rods. Across the room an answering echo returned.
A Grim Reaper’s Revenge
Welcome to day 24 of Fyretober! I hope you’re all enjoying a month of flash fiction as much as I am. Enjoy today’s writing challenge from Fyrecon’s Fyretober! Her black cloak couldn’t keep the chill out. During more hours than Liliana should’ve spent in the rain, water had worked through the little protection the thing…
Happy Ever After Tragedy
Her hands twisted about each other and the chain she clasped frantically in her hands. Sitting back, I plopped on hand on the armrest of my chair and considered her. The veil hung low, barely showing the trembling lower lip. The dark material revealed little to mortal eyes hiding her identity from those watching my shops entrance. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t mortal. Miss Driffin’s identity was no secret from me.
Taco Friday
“Happy Taco Friday!” A sack was dumped unceremoniously on a table with a wet thud. As Dargo sat back expectantly. His wings rose behind is back, and if he’d hair instead of scales he was certain it would be standing on end.
Gaming Gryphon
Fechin flicked the end of his tail against his beak, laying on the stone outcrop as he watched the little swath of desert he could see. Not that either it nor the stone canyon he nested in were what he’d term exciting. Just golden sands. Orange-red rock, wind, sun, and moving shadows.
Missing Halloween Costume
I knew I failed at controlling my shock at the audacity of the Arkwright’s question. I’d never thought that a mouth hanging open in shock could be a real reaction, just farce shown in movies. But I was doing it. How could my neighbors ask that?
Broken Wings
The shops bells chimed a hollow jangle behind Arold. The soft sound near deafening next to the scratch of Arold’s knife over wood. Setting the knife on the table, he rose from his stool brushing shavings from his apron as he turned. The words of welcome vanished when he saw the waif that stood timidly inside the door.
Spaceship Ghosts
A loud thump echoed through the ship from somewhere in the crew section of the ship. Ian quirked an eyebrow up not bothering to straighten from slumping in the pilot’s chair. Not even when the string of expletives followed the sound. That thump had resembled Alex hitting a bulkhead and not equipment crashing or glitching. She’d be along quick enough. Boots thumping on the plate deck sounded before he’d finished the thought. Tucking his hands behind his head, Ian slouched further into his seat.
