A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. The Milky Way. I was awakened by a massive jolt. I jumped out of bed instinctively. It was exactly 3 am. An earthquake? Someone had dropped a bomb? It felt that bad. I headed straight to my front door. I knew I might have to make a rapid … Continue reading Shift
A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. A mask is never enough: it's what lies behind the mask that counts. I had been worried about my husband for ages. There were times when it felt like I was living with a stranger. All I wanted was to be close again to the man I married. … Continue reading A Man of Many Parts
A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. My wife insisted I get a Dream Catcher: that's when the nightmare started. I had been having some very bad dreams of late. They always involve running, trying to escape from something terrifying. God knows where these nightmares come from or why they happen? I guess I … Continue reading My Worst Nightmare (Part 1)
A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. “Yes, but what should I tell her?” “Right, this won’t fail to get her attention. Tell her I muttered something about ‘the money’. Say ‘you know where it is’. Tell her I said ‘it’s buried in Peter's grave’". “That’s it?” “That’s it. That's enough. If … Continue reading My Worst Nightmare (Part 2)
A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. Dr Ellis's waiting room. "You know why we're here Dr Ellis." "Yes, it's about the disappearance of my patient Mr Pool." "He had an appointment with you on Monday of this week and he hasn't been seen since. We believe you were the last person he had contact … Continue reading A Step Too Far: A Step Too Soon?
By Brian Robinson. The old system. The scene: a high level meeting at Google headquarters "Sir, we have a problem...a real big problem." "Okay, hit me with it. But don't get too hi-tech. And remember, yours is a tiny part of our operation, so I know very little about it." "Well, my team and I … Continue reading The Quantum Error
By Brian Robinson. Cracks never come out of nowhere: there is always a reason. "We have to do something about these cracks. They're everywhere, creeping up in the corners of the rooms; hiding behind the wardrobes; cracking the concrete under our feet. This house is falling apart." "What do you suggest dear?" "I suppose it … Continue reading Cracks