Microfiction
Wings Of A Hero
Hi. I would tell you my name, but as an aspiring superhero I vow to never reveal my true identity. My superhero name is “Take Flight”. You heard that right. I’m taking flight. I just built myself a set of wings and now I’m gettin’ ready to fly.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Fiction
Phaser
The neon sensors roared alive for the thirty-first time. “Doc, hold on – it’s not moving.” #20 panted. He pressed himself into the corner of the cage as tightly as he could, as though he could somehow push himself through to freedom. In his ears a symphony of blood sang in chorus with the racing of his little heart.
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Fiction
Ghost
A team of researchers had finally discovered tachyons—superluminal particles—photons that travel faster than the speed of light, and effectively flow backwards in time. Under the right conditions, smashing the right particles together, the supercollider produced a brilliant flash of light, and unfortunately for one researcher, a lethal dose of radiation.
By Reid Christmannabout a year ago in Fiction
MAGA Man
Maniacal mists of moodiness marked the midnight moon looming over middle America. Malcolm Murphy, a menacing mastermind, would soon make his move. Murphy was a middle-aged madman who moved through life in a maze of mishaps and mediocrity. Manifesting the madness consuming him and others just like him, his mind became both manipulated and motivated by one thing: magnifying Donald Trump’s message.
By lazarusInfinityabout a year ago in Fiction
Economic Hitman
When he discovered the evils of communism and capitalism, he decided to destroy modern economics as he knew it. It wasn’t that he was a superhero necessarily, or even the bad guy, it was mere expedience to get the suffering over with that made him an economic hitman. No one would know his name, and that was just fine. He would be the blandest office geek ever with a big suitcase from the 1980’s which contained the finest computer available, and his secret weapon in the event the cyber police found him. It wasn’t a gun, it wasn’t his talent with viruses, it wasn’t his perfect poker face and ability to calmly lie to anyone. No. The secret weapon was powerful enough to knock out the grid for a hundred miles around; all he had to do was push a button, and chaos in the streets would allow him to disappear. He called his pulse device “electromagnus,” and all he had to do was plug it in to make it work. Yes. Modern debt, modern monetary “theory,” modern digitalism had enslaved the whole earth, and the office geek was going set it free.
By Aaron Michael Grantabout a year ago in Fiction
241 Sometimes I Surprise Even Myself. Top Story - August 2024.
Self-awareness is a big deal--evolutionarily. Our brain also creates foresight, purpose, empathy, and a sense of fulfillment. The list goes on... emotions, love, disdain, anger, remembering targets for revenge, praise, admiration, etc.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
CyberSent
In the shadows of a high-tech corporation, I naively stumbled upon a revelation that would change everything. Whilst attending to my cleaning duties, for which I have been employed, I overheard a chilling conversation between Dr Smithe, the project manager, and Sir Wilfred Starmer, the powerful tycoon who ruled this empire. Their words hinted at something monumental.
By Oliver Millwardabout a year ago in Fiction
