Pursuit – August 28, 2022

graphix: spwilcen Horror in One-hundred Words He’s chased after me for years.Twenty.No, thirty, maybe.Maybe more.Memory failsBecause more important worriesSteal my attentions.Always he’s there,Behind me, closing-in.Pushing me to be faster,To push harder,To put more than two steps between us.When that fails,To be smarter.Even that fails.Last night,Beaten and weary,My eyes closedAnd my mind disconnected.After three-hours’ restless sleep,Ejected

Planned Obsolescence – March 14, 2021

In the end, wad it into an electronic ball and chunk it into the bit-bucket Relax kiddies.  The briefest read.  Flash fiction.  Dark fiction. Speculative fiction?  Technology is almost there.  We now wait for politics to catch up.  Soon.  Very soon.  Several major problems solved at once. Horror? I suppose that depends on your perspective.