Thursday, 3 September 2015

School Work



“Free Internet Wifi! Thanks to the City Council!”

The sign went up on the outside of the library, explaining how the council wanted to help the kids get ahead on their schoolwork, and thus in the school grounds there was now free wifi.

It was, of course, extremely popular, and all the kids used it for their laptops and smartphones. Sure, there were some people outside the school who abused the privilege, but they were relatively few.

Just a great little idea and system. I got hundreds of pictures, records and other blackmail material, before the school worked it out…

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

Inevitability



It couldn’t have ended any other way, really.

Susan’s need to have everything just so, her life ordered, controlled, set. Right down to the lines of her suit jackets pressed perfectly, to the millimetre.

Janelle’s innate ability to, no matter how important the occasion or essential the task, to be distracted at a key moment, or to get too engrossed in something, or just plain sleep through something.

Something had to give, they clearly could not maintain a relationship without something changing.

Tears would be shed eventually, I was sure of it.

And they were.

At the wedding though, surprisingly…

Tuesday, 1 September 2015

Hardcore Russian Roulette



I must have been dragged a good mile before I was dumped into a surprisingly comfy seat, then tied up with unsurprisingly rough rope. When the hood was yanked off me, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the scene.

Nestor, I expected. The vodka, sure.

The nuclear warhead? Not so much.

Nestor smiled as he poured himself a large drink.

“Today we play, how you say, Russian Roulette!”

I stared at him.

“Where’s the revolver then?”

“My rules better! Tell me where she is, or I start cutting wires!”

He managed to cut three wires safely.

Monday, 31 August 2015

Special Request



She wanted a love poem. He wasn’t the greatest at picking up signals, but clearly, she was a little frustrated that she’d been dating a poet this long, and he’d not written anything for her.

So, he cleared some time, sat down with his favorite pen and a notebook, and thought about her.

He thought about her looks, her smile, her mind, her view of life, everything about her that made her her.

He stared at that blank page for hours, trying to work out how to express his feelings.

In the end, he just dumped her to save face.

Sunday, 30 August 2015

You’ll Live To Regret This



Her hand hovered over the large blue button that would end the world as we knew it, a sick smile on her face. I couldn’t break free from the nanoties, and thus did the only thing I could.

“You will live to regret this!”

She paused for a split second before turning to face me, her expression of suicidal mania replaced by annoyance.

“I quite obviously won’t, genius. The entire point of this plan is to wipe out the planet and thus allow Master to feed upon the planet, thus-“

That was enough time for Shinjo to take her out.

Saturday, 29 August 2015

War Of Art



Once they broke through the trench lines, I knew it was all over. I didn’t care who shot me, but since I knew someone would, I deserted, and headed home.

I was probably a few hours ahead of them when I climbed the stairs up to the apartment I’d hoped to raise my kids in, and called out to the woman I would be spending the rest of my life with.

She didn’t answer, slumped as she was in front of her canvas, the blood dried slightly.

I lost her, but at least I saw true joy one last time.

Friday, 28 August 2015

Fallen Mighty



I had only intended to stare at her sitting dejectedly in the mud for a moment, but after several she glared up at me.

“Are you going to help me or not?”

I had assumed her current predicament would blow some of her attitude away, but there was that same peevish sense of self-entitlement dripping off every syllable.

Still, I found myself helping her to her feet, and then made my best effort to wipe away some of the mud.

She sighed in her usual dramatic way, then shook her head.

“Thanks.”

It was mostly sarcastic, but still an improvement.