He awoke to darkness. He remembered little: men, van, cages. Harvesting. Panic gripped him as he felt his body, searching anything that would indicate what they took. There was only darkness. His hands moved to his face, the edge of a bandage stretched across his eyes. He realised it was not darkness, and started screaming. … More FFM16-30 If the Man Had Seen the Sawdust
PAGE 1 You are the last person alive on earth, and you hear a knock at the door. You go into the hall and hear the knock again. To open the door go to Page 2 To slip out the back go to Page 5 PAGE 2 You pull the door open and a … More FFM16-25 On Your Own Head Be It
There was no truth before We made it. We took fear. We took prejudice. We took hate, and We dissolved it. We became one source, one truth, one mind. And those who joined Us were happy. Our happiness was pure. The bliss of knowledge, understanding, and unity. And We wanted to share. That was all … More FFM16-22 The Mind
LOG ENTRY 7 A week in the mines and I finally feel I am getting the hang of this. This world could not be more unlike home. And yet, this mine is so much like any other, it is easy to believe at times that I have never left. LOG ENTRY 8 The days of … More What Lies in the Ice
The challenge: Write a flash fiction piece, under 100 words, with the theme “Glass jars”. He aligned the glass jars, checking the contents of each was still fresh. It would not do to make his favourite pie with ingredients that were anything but. As he opened one of the jars, the object inside squelched and … More Glass Jars
C. A. Harland 