Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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SILO
Hazy streaks blurred her vision. She stumbled on weighed down by her burden. The silo was there, as she remembered it, offering sanctuary as it had done when she was a child. She staggered inside. She embraced the dark coolness and dropped the heavy weight. She regrouped. Her parents hadn’t seen her in years. She…
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BLURRED LINES
Stumbling along the street. he tried to make sense of it. Everything was a blur, like raindrops had covered his spectacles, but it hadn’t been raining. His world was out of kilter, unfocused and obscure. How could they have known? He reached the intersection between the two main roads. Shapes flew passed in both directions.…
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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…
Iain Kelly 