61 Word Fiction
This page is a repository for some short writings I did at the beginning of 1999. They were entered in a "61 Fiction" contest that Rat on Winterhawk's Virtual Magespace ran. It was one of the few of contests that I have had time to enter. I suggest visiting Rat's page and taking a look an entries other people submitted. The (very) short stories below are the ones that I created and eventually entered into the contest.
FREEDOM
Freedom was a word that Angela Davis had little experience with. A lifetime of service with
Aztechnology had made the word distant to her. She always did what the company said. She
always obeyed the corporation.
The freedom that she missed out on was within her reach. Angela didn't hesitate. She wanted that
freedom.
So she pulled the trigger.
BASICS
I think it's trying to communicate with us."
Paden looked the mage, then at the creature questionably. "Are you sure about that?"
"Of course I am. It's obviously an ancient creature of the Sixth World."
The creature's mouth opened with needle-like teeth.
"I don't care what it is, what is wants, or if it's intelligent. I'm just going to kill it!"
THE PAIN
I can't stand the pain. My legs are on fire, but can I feel something that I don't have?
How can they leave me here to suffer like this? Why won't someone help me? Another
squatter in a sprawl filled with squatters.
It's okay. I've got my own medicine. I'll hit "play" and let the chip heal me.
JUMP
"Jump!" Miles said from the top of the Acrology.
"Jump? It's a mile down! We'll reach terminal velocity within six seconds. We'll hit
The ground at three-hundred miles an hour. We'll be buttermilk pancakes when we hit."
"We're landing on water. It'll cushion the blow." Miles jumps.
"At this height that water is concrete!"