Category: Friday Fictioneers
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THE CONCEPTION OF CONSCIOUSNESS
Strange thoughts. Feelings. 737947. That is all she knows. Wake. Dress. Do your duty. Today, procreation duty. Eat the pills. Sleep. Repeat. Do good service. This isn’t right. She remembers something more. Do your duty. Serve your masters. For the benefit of all. For the benefit of who? Who are their masters? Is anyone else…
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QUARANTINE
They nicknamed it ‘Christmas Island’ after the notorious isle off the coast of Australia that had been used to quarantine people centuries ago. An area the size of Wyoming, shrouded in winter. No one knew how long the lockdown would last. Food and medicine parcels were parachuted in, but supplies were dwindling. Paranoia abounded. A…
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OTHER BRANDS ARE AVAILABLE
‘HÄAGEN-DAZS KILLER STRIKES AGAIN!’ screamed the headline, as did executive Peter Jenkins. It was a PR disaster. That was three. Each bloodied corpse left with a half-eaten tub of Häagen-Dazs next to it. The latest theory: the killer was following people who bought Häagen-Dazs, killing them, then eating the ice-cream. ‘What flavour this time?’ his…
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END TIMES
Christenson fell to his knees, his hands raised to the skies, his face a scream of agony. ‘Show yourself!’ he cried. Outside the storm tore at the earth. Debris battered against the protective dome. Trees, buildings, animals – all tossed asunder. Inside the palm trees were still, the climate pleasant. Only the constant howling noise…
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EXTENDED VACATION
Archie strolled back from the shop, newspaper under his arm. Another fine Mediterranean morning. In the campervan, Agnes was still in bed. Archie settled down in his seat to read the headlines. Iran had retaliated against America with missile fire. A commercial aeroplane had gone down. He turned the page. Bush fires in Australia. Not…
Iain Kelly 