Three Destinies, by Gerry Huntman 1

Three Destinies, by Gerry Huntman
My name is Scaramouche, and I was made by Cimiar, the greatest alchemist of all time. Snick, snick. Bite sharp! Taste blood; drink deep. I am no ordinary dagger, oh, no. Not even for an enchanted blade. I was crafted by the master, and he had one, specific task for me. My sole purpose is to kill ...

Seeker of Vengeance, by Alva J. Roberts 2

Seeker of Vengeance, by Alva J. Roberts
Thorlin struggled forward, the marble floor beneath him hard and unforgiving; he felt weak and cold. Blood covered his face and chest, most of it his own. He had tried… tried to protect the Dragonstone. He fought them, but he was not strong enough to do his duty. Ilerya, Goddess of Light, had to understand ...

‘The Man of Light’ by Charles Parramore 1

'The Man of Light' by Charles Parramore
The first time I saw the Man of Light, he was feeding sea gulls on the beach. The day was cold, bleak, and windy. The sun was little more than a rumor in the afternoon sky. I approached him with my hands buried deep in my pockets and my head tucked against the wind. He was an old man with ...

‘Subterranean Museum’ by Robert William Shmigelsky

'Subterranean Museum' by Robert William Shmigelsky
Through the surface of cratered moon, shining dimly out to open space, celestial devices, collecting dust underground. Among the first exhibits included: the sandglass, Cupid’s arrow, the scale, balancing pans of good and evil. Floors down, one could stumble upon the stables of the charioteer, Helios, the dark wet cellar of Tartarus. But undoubtedly, tucked ...

‘The Last Coffee Shop Philosopher’ by Koos Kombuis 3

'The Last Coffee Shop Philosopher' by Koos Kombuis
Last lecture delivered from the podium of the Department of Philosophy of the Free University of San Francisco. – July the 4th, 2184 Friends, academics, and fellow mutants, I address you today in my capacity of new Chairman of the Socratic Society, on the first, and probably the last day of my tenure. Thank you ...

The Film Maker and the Sceptre, by Robby Charters 2

The Film Maker and the Sceptre, by Robby Charters
Sir Gossabel mounted his steed, then beheld his opponent from across the field. What was going through the mind of that wretch, he could only guess. And what did Princess Gertrude see in him? He didn’t want to think. This duel would settle the matter. At the signal, the opponents goaded their horses, and they ...

‘Killing is What I Do’ by Jonathan Saville 1

‘Killing is What I Do’ by Jonathan Saville
(The following is an excerpt from an, as yet, unpublished novel, ‘When Blood Runs Cold’.) Peace would not come to him. The ache that the Abbot had repeatedly told him would lessen and fade away still stabbed at his heart. Four years! Four years of brutal, gruelling training of both mind and body. Studying the ...

‘The Easy River to Success’ by Mark Lord 2

'The Easy River to Success' by Mark Lord
Before dinner that Tuesday, I sat back in my leather-bound chair and indulged in a few moments of feeling quietly safisfied. Recently I had even felt the beginnings of optimism. After years of cloud and storm, the sun had broken through and I could at last bask in the success that I deserved. After all, ...

'An Alien's Love' by LB Knowles

'An Alien's Love' by LB Knowles
The Jacques Richarde Building shook. Students and teachers alike considered their escape route, but before they had the time to follow it, the shaking stopped. “Was that an earthquake?” Madeline Mullaney asked the attractive blonde next to her. “I think it was an alien landing on the roof,” Maria replied, to the surprise of everyone ...

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Dear Editor: I recently started a new flash fiction site called “Weirdyear Daily Flash Fiction”, and I was wondering if you might be interested in putting a link to it up on your site. www.weirdyear.com Thanks! Earl S. Wynn