A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. What you see, is not what there is: what there is, is is not what you see. The Vice-Chancellor clearly has a problem with being questioned. Well, tough shit! Four people are dead and they were all found on the Cambridge campus. "Okay, just so we're clear, you're … Continue reading The Darkest of Matters
Category: The Universe
Anything relating to the universe in terms of its existence, nature or design.
Twenty Seven
A flash fiction story by Brian Robinson. Spacetime I noticed that the clock on my bathroom wall had stopped precisely at one minute to three. The second hand had managed the downward descent fine, but when it reached the number nine on the upward ascent, it began to falter in a pulsating time loop. I … Continue reading Twenty Seven
Newton’s Secret Code
By Brian Robinson. Zeros and ones: is that what we are? The dining hall at Cambridge University “Whose turn is it to buy coffee, yours or mine?” “Mine I think.” “Right, well you’d better make yours a large double espresso. You’re going to need it. Can we find a spot in a corner? … Continue reading Newton’s Secret Code
Space Odyssey
By Brian Robinson. "Look, I need to know what's going on. My husband's been missing for three weeks. He was last seen going into his laboratory in your university. I don't know if he's dead or alive. All I've been told is he's missing. This is your university. You're responsible. And you need to tell … Continue reading Space Odyssey
A Day To Remember
By Brian Robinson. This is a true story I distinctly remember not waking up. I didn't understand why? Then I cried. Tears of joy. Who would have thought? Not waking up would take me beyond imagination: beyond the stuff of dreams. I realised that my life had been spent living in a bubble. It was … Continue reading A Day To Remember
The Conversation
By Brian Robinson. A tree in a dish. "It's funny you know, you never see a tree lose its temper. I wonder if somewhere along the line they made a pact. Let's face it, if they did fight, we would never have forests, just a sparse sprinkling of trees." "I'm not sure what to say … Continue reading The Conversation
The Vortex
By Brian Robinson. Standing on the clifftop overlooking the bay I felt transfixed but perfectly safe. What looked like some form of vortex was way out on the horizon. Besides, I wasn't chasing tornadoes. I was merely watching the sun go down on what had been a perfectly normal day. I knew I had to … Continue reading The Vortex
