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Flash Fiction: Museum Visit

It was a slow sunday, just the way I like it.

It started off with a bright, boozy brunch. The food was as good as if not better than the merry conversations at the table. My head still floating with a mild buzz, I decided to visit the museum. It always transported me to the past. I walked through all the exhibits, taking my time to read all the descriptions. The solid, factual language used, was a nice change from the flowery words I was used to at work. After spending a couple of hours at all the exhibits, I made my way to the technology wing. This was my favourite section. As I observed the handheld devices, I remembered the smartphone era from my childhood. We still had to touch the screen. Today, my brain-link glasses do it all for me.

I only have to think…

Word Count: 147

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #122 – Museum

Sunday Photo Fiction – Sep 8 2019
Photo courtesy of LL Jones

The Future Man

He was the next step in evolution.

Designed by the smartest minds in the world, he was the prototype for the new human. Flesh was married to machine, and The Future Man was born. Created to be perfect in every way, all human shortfalls were covered up by the machine part. The cybernetic enhancements made him stronger, smarter, faster, in short better than his fellow men. A.D.A.M. was perfection incarnate.

Or so he was supposed to be. In some time, his human personality began overpowering his logical machine side. Narcissism set in, giving rise to a superiority complex. Unchecked, it gradually grew into a hatred for the weak human race. A.D.A.M. had to be put down. The programme was shelved. The scientists had been drastically wrong at their calculations.

Humans were not ready to evolve…

Word Count: 135

Prompt:

May Speculative Fiction #Writingprompt

Microfiction: Professor

You will solve our doubts today, won’t you, Professor?

The students had not given up on their questioning. I bit my lip nervously as I considered my course of action. I could not keep avoiding their questions. They might grow suspicious. I absolutely can’t lose this job, it pays quite well.

But what will happen once I’m discovered as a charlatan?

Word Count: 61

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #101 – Charlatan

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 13/19

Microfiction: Anathema

Their kind had always been an anathema to her.

They had refused to leave her people alone. Ridiculed, blamed, hunted and burned, she was now the only one left. She would get her revenge. She had figured that humans ate anything cooked with dough.

They would enjoy their own kind, as well…

Word Count: 52

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #99 – Anathema

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 30/19

Flash Fiction: Objective Fruits

The masked men had surrounded us.

Their leader stepped towards me, and removed his mask, revealing his repulsive face.

“You are protecting the plant of power. Simply surrender, we will take the fruits that will make us impervious to defeat, and be on our way.”

I smiled weakly, and wiped the blood off my face.

“You don’t know anything about the plant. It cannot survive anywhere else other than this formerly attractive garden, which you destroyed. And most importantly, we don’t protect the plant, it protects us.”

The masked men turned too late to see the plant sprouting thorns…

Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #98 – Impervious

Sunday Photo Fiction – March 24, 2019

OPPOSITES ATTRACT CHALLENGE #21

Microfiction: Evening Walk

Walks by the dusky seashore are lifesavers.

No matter how useless my life seems, my walk is efficacious in raising my spirits. I am not abashed in admitting how weak I feel throughout the day.  I am only this far from putting a bullet in my head and disappearing into the seas, like the sun.

Not just yet though…

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #96 – Seashore

#BlogBattle: Dusk

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 9/19

OPPOSITES ATTRACT CHALLENGE #6

RDP Saturday: WALK

 

Image Source – https://fineartamerica.com/featured/seashore-sunset-lahinch-county-clare-the-irish-image-collection

 

Microfiction: Station Master

The station master was devoted to his job.

Refused the lucrative offer of leaving his station.

Stood devoted, right until the train-hijacker shot him…

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #95 – Devotion

Sunday Photo Fiction – March 3, 2019

 

This week’s photo is the courtesy of C.E. Ayr ! 🙂