flash fiction

Outside the Window

Hello 2019, yeah I know I’m late to the party. I have laid out 52 prompts for this year and plan to create regular content for you all to enjoy. I hope you enjoy the first short story of 2019, next week I’ll be working on the short story titled, The Unrequited love poem

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Outside the Window

               I looked outside the window, the palms of my hands flat against the glass.  The dead of space put an oddly beautiful twist to the horrifying vision of war, there were no sounds, no screams, just a view of twisted pieces of metal twirling and the rare spark of light.  The escape pod I floated slowly away in was part of a much larger ship.  One that had thousands of people call it home and now there was just me.  I thought about the friends I had lost, the pain they felt as they had died.  Either being sucked out into the vacuum of space or feeling the heat of the explosion as it took them. 

                “Guidance system failure.”  The voice was loud and unexpected, it caused me to jump.  “Guidance system failure.”  Turning away from the view of the dead and dying I looked for a control panel.  “Guidance system failure.” 

               “I get it okay, guidance system is failing, where is the control panel for guidance systems?”  The escape pod was not very big, it was white, a brilliant white, like when you walk in to a hospital and it almost feels like you are surrounded by the light of heaven.  It was kind of like that. 

               “Cannot comply…guidance failure now imminent.”

               “Computer, show me where guidance systems are located?”  Asking again as I turned in a tight circle not understanding how this panel could be hidden from me.  If I raised my arms to the side I could touch the wall on each side of this egg shaped pod.

               “Require security password to unluck guidance system panel.”

               I fell back into the small chair.  “Computer my name is Chris Jensen, ID 45-6-4-MM, security level Delta Beta.”

               “Security clearance denied.  You do not have proper clearance to access guidance systems.”

                “Computer, the ship UPF Vengeance was destroyed, you were part of that ship.  From what I know I am the only survivor.  How can I access guidance systems in emergency circumstances?”

               “Computer error, please run diagnostic.”

               “Computer, how do I run diagnostic?”

               “System degrading, 70% operational, ETA until full system shut down five minutes.”

               I was starting to get frustrated with the computer, it was not answering any of my questions and I had no way to access the guidance system but didn’t appear I’d need to worry about the guidance system much longer.  “Computer what can I access with my security level?”

               “Unknown code in kernel, system down to 50% operational.  Shutting down life support to protect internal system power.”

               “No keep life support on you idiot!  Why would you shut that down at 50%?  Shut down giros or interior lighting.”

               “Life….suuuu…pppport shu…ttt…ing …d….ooown”

               Great now the computer was stammering  “Fuck…computer can you show me our trajectory?”  Slowly the hologram of the system popped in to view.  It was out of focus and stuttered like some child was shacking the optical signal.  “Where are we heading?”

               “We…we…we….we…are heading to…to…to…binary st….st…star  Al..Al…Alpha One Zero.”

               Holy fuck. “Are we on collision path with a star?”

               “Yes…yes we are.”

               “What will the cabin temperature reach?”

               “Error…error…information corrupt.  Fatal error.”

               I ran my hands through my hair that was already beading with sweat.  “Fatal…no shit.”  Slumping in to the chair I sat with my hands holding my face.

               “Warning….Warning…Temperature rising on hull.”

               Not what I wanted to hear.  “What is the temperature on the hull?”

               “Temperature…is reading…fatal error…fatal error.”

               “Do you know anything!”  I yelled out

               “Computer running at 10% efficiency.”

               Great, a few more seconds and I’d have no computer, no information, and no control.

               “Firing giro rockets, prepare for burst.”

               “Wait….what?”  I felt artificial gravity give way and before I could secure the seat belts the rockets fired and I was sent flying.  Hitting the top of the pod rather hard with my head.  I felt a wound open up on my forehead and hot blood poured over my face. 

               “You require first add, vitals suggest slight concussion, please rest…please rest…please rest…please rest.”

               “Would you shut up!”  I put a hand to my forehead and felt the sting of the salt as I tried to apply pressure to the bleeding.  I looked out the window and the view had changed, I was now facing the star.  “Computer are we still heading towards the star?”

               “Yes…access….access guidance system immediately.”

               “Computer how would…”  Before I could finished the computer responded.

               “Error…system error…shutting down.”

               “Would be nice if I had gravity!”  I yelled out but there was nothing I could do.  “I guess now I just wait…and why the fuck am I still talking out loud?”

               I couldn’t take my eyes off the star as it grew in size.  Sweat started to drip from me and as minutes passed the heat grew and grew until it felt like I was sitting in a very uncomfortable sauna.  This was going to be a slow death, being cooked alive inside an escape pod.  I knew when I join the military that I would probably die in space.  It was either the military or jail time on an off planet detention center. I picked the military and now I was wishing I had taken up hard time instead.

               It didn’t take long until I found it hard to breath.  I hoped that the shutting down of life support system would end up knocking me out so I don’t find out what it’s like being a hard boiled egg.  My vision started to black out.  A few seconds would pass where I felt like I would pass out and lost all vision and then it would come sliding back in a kaleidoscope of color.  This happen a few times until I took my last breath, saw the star for the last time and blacked out.

               I woke to a white room  “I’m dead right?”  I heard laughter.

               “You are not dead.”

               I turned my head to the side.  “Where am I?”

               “You got lucky son, we warped late, battle was over.  We ran a sector scan looking for survivors and found you.  Seconds away from burning up in the star.”

               “Thank you.”  I said.

               “Sure, but you need to rest, you did suffer some trauma.  The your left arm was pressed against the side of the pod and it was suffered 3rd degree burns.  We had to amputate it.”

               I took a deep breath. 

               “But you have been supplied with a state of the self healing self repairing Nano-limb.  This beauty will still be repairing it’s self even when you are in the grave.”

               “Wow, that makes me feel so much better.   Where are we?”

               “We are in the Holvic System and safe from the Mongers.”

               I laid back with a sigh of relief, looking to my left hand that looked like a streamlined machine of gleaming metal, but damn did it look sexy.  “What now?”

               “We report back, you rest, then we fight back.”

The End

Unexpected Entry

Throughout the years that I have been writing.  I have always enjoyed doing prompt writing.  No time to write outlines or think of a plot or characters, you just get a word or a phrase and off you go.  All the stories I share on my blog are stories that have been inspired by a prompt.  I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

Unexpected Entry – By F.C. Janes

I stood crouched on the wall, looking down into the restricted area.  This place was for Kings, Queens, Lords, and Ladies.  A man like me would be killed on site if I was caught here.  Knights Templars walked in pairs, there were two right below me talking about a holy treasure and the meeting that was to take place between the Pope and Cardinals.

I had grown up listening to stories about powerful weapons that were infused with the power of God.  My religious nut of a father like putting the fear of god in his two children.  That usually meant beatings me and my poor sister being molested by our father.  I survived, she didn’t.

All the stories my asshole of a father told ended with a great man wielding one of these artifacts and having the power of God in his hands.  I preferred the power of money.  The tavern owner who I used to fence my goods told me that he had a buyer for this so call treasure.  He promised me that if I could get my hands on it he could pay me a sum that would allow me to take a nice long vacation.  How could I say no to that?

I let the guards below me pass and when it was safe enough I leapt down from the wall, landing as quietly as I could.  Keeping to the shadows, my black cloak keeping me hidden I trailed the guards until I found my opening to break free from the depths of the shadows.  I had entered the yard from the West.  It was a stupid move.  The building had been made by Freemasons and I should have known that the entry way would be on the East side of the building.  Patiently I followed the guards around until I saw the entrance, which held another surprise.  Two templars stood outside it.  I was not going to get in that way.  I kept following the guards until we turned down the North side.

Spotting where I would make my climb I left the comfort of the shadows and sprinted across the finely cut lawns.  Sliding on my climbing tools that would assist with getting a grip on stone I leapt up and grabbed a hold of the stone windowsill.  The metal claws I slipped on bit in to the stone and allowed me to pull myself up.  At the top of the windowsill there was a ledge about two inches out form the wall just large enough for my foot to take hold and offer some support as I reached for the next window.

It was difficult but I managed to climb window to window only scratching the stone work slightly.  The building was so beautiful I thought I should apologize to someone for leaving scratches on what was probably hours upon hours of work.  Maybe after I stole this treasure I’d show up unannounced at one of the Freemasons secret meetings and see what treasures they had.

Pulling myself up over the lip of the roof I put my climbing tools away.  At the far corner there was a hatch and I walked towards it.  That is when I started falling, the roof of the building had fallen out from under me.  I was now a slave to the fall.

I should have been more careful.  The fucking Templars and their traps.  They were notorious for elaborate traps and flood tunnels protecting their treasures.  I only had myself to blame for being this careless.

I landed hard on my ass, I wasn’t sure how many flights I had fallen but I was okay and nothing was broken.  After doing the body check that consisted of wiggling my toes, grabbing my dick as it is the most important part and I wanted to make sure it was still there, and checking the rest of me I realized the room I was in was lit up and around me sat four Templar Knights.  I bet you anything that this entry was very unexpected and it appeared I had interrupted dinner.  I jumped to my feet brushed myself off and waved.  “Hi ah, anyone know where the exit is?  I seem to be lost.”  They had meat laid out on the table with bread, butter, and wine.  Damn it looked good.  “Can I get something to go?”

There was an awkward silence before shit hit the fan.  Chairs went flying as they stood up and they reached for their swords.  That was my que to leave.  Daggers were thrown at me and imbedded in the wooden wall not far form my face.  I looked over my shoulder at the man who had thrown it, smiled, pulled the dagger out of the wall and threw it back.  That is when I noticed the door behind them and it was the only door in the room that I could see, I had to get behind them.

With my small sword in hand I did my best not to hit or injure any of them, using my sword to block and my fist to push and punch I slowly made my way around the room.  The last thing I needed was the murder of a Knights Templar on my hands.  If that happened I’d have to find a way to become a woman and even then I may not be safe.  “We can settle this all friendly like and I can just walk out the door, no need for violence.”  No one seemed to be taking me up on that offer.

I continued to move in a circle and did my best to  kick chairs over, flip tables over, and break everything that I could to try to slow them down.  I did manage to make my way to the door, two daggers embedded into it at head level.  I stopped waved and opened the door to find myself standing face to face with a Templar Knight.  “Kiss me?”  That confused him long enough that I was able to use my shoulder as a battering ram and slammed in to the Templar.  The force I hit him with knocked him down, tripping over the knight behind him which triggered a dominoes effect.  One by one they all fell over.  Dodging blades and leaping over bodies I managed to find the staircase.  I looked down then looked up.  Footsteps echoed from below me, which left me with one choice.  So up I went.

Moving my eyes side to side to make sure I was alone I pushed the hatch open and pulled myself out.  A hand reached out and grabbed my ankle.  Grabbing the top of the hatch I slammed it down on to the templars head, his hand let go and all I heard was the sound of a man tumbling down the latter and bumping in to all his friends.

Standing on the hatch for the time being seemed to be the safest place as I wasn’t sure where I had fallen through the roof and it was bloody dark out.  I decided the only safe bet was to walk on the lip of the stone wall and stay off the roof.  I stepped off the hatch which burst open and Templars started to crawl out.  I dropped down to the stone ledge that surrounded the windows but without my climbing tools it made for a quick descent.  I did my best to look graceful but it was more like a four story tumble than anything elegant.

My feet hit the lawn followed by my ass, I then hit the road and ran to the wall.  Sometimes I wish thieving involved open doors and running down hill.  I looked quickly over my shoulder at the templars chasing me, they were yelling for me to stop, to give up, to halt.  All I heard was faster, run faster, must ran faster!  Reaching the wall I climbed it so quickly I almost tricked myself in to thinking I jumped over it.  Once down the other side I quickly disappeared in to the shadows of the town and left the prize to his hidden location and the templars scratching their heads and their balls.

Later that night I sat in the Rusty Rooster and sipped on a pint of ale that was nearing its expiration.  I had a mouthful of salted pork when the door opened and two Templars walked in.  I spit my food out nearly choking.  One of them looked at me with a suspicious look on his face.

“We found one of these.”

Templar handed the tavern owner one of my climbing claws, when did I lose that I wondered.

“A thief’s tool, we know this is a fence for stolen goods, just tell us who this belongs to and we wont burn your tavern to the ground.”

Standing up I promptly left through the back door and decided to head home where there would be no traps and no Templar, thinking to myself that maybe I need that vacation.

The End

The Color Yellow

The world had literally fallen apart, not from nuclear war or the crash of any stock market. No, it had come from space and now it was going to end everything we knew and took for granted. For years now media outlets had carried programs with scientists specializing in the how and when the impact would occur and what we could expect. You could say the lucky ones would be mere miles from the impact of the asteroid. They would be vaporized immediately, their brain wouldn’t have time to comprehend what had happened and in seconds they would be…gone.
New reports showed huge masses of people making a pilgrimage to the projected impact site. Religious groups called it Armageddon, God cleansing the world of weeds. People had stopped going to work, there was no point in it. Who wanted to spend their last few days sitting in a empty office? I’m sure a few did, finding comfort in routine.

I spent most of my life avoiding people. Staying in doors playing video games and so I figure why not go out that way. But it was getting harder and harder to connect to the networks as the asteroid got closer and closer.

It was the day of the impact and nothing worked. I could have spent it with family but they never cared much about me.
Looking out my apartment window I could see people gathering in the streets. All with their heads looking up. I followed their stare and sure enough you could see this object moving through the blue sky. Some people hoped that it would break up as it entered Earth’s atmosphere. However that theory was proven wrong as we all stared at the asteroid.
There was no way to prevent this from happening. With all the technology in the would and all the great minds working on this single problem the time to act had come and gone, and now the time to watch and die was upon us.

The asteroid moved across the sky heading towards the horizon soon it would be out of sight and all that would be left to do was sit and wait. It disappeared over the horizon and was quickly followed by a bright yellow flash. It was happening for real, this was no movie, no video game, no hero to save us all. We were witnessing the end.

I closed the book and laid it on my chest, looking out the window. I looked up to the blue sky and wondered what life would be like here should the world end by asteroid? Lifting the book up I continued to read the last few pages enjoying end the story.

The End

Another Day

It was just another day in the graveyard. My job was simple people die and I’m paid to dig the holes. I was working on my fifth grave of the day, the sun was setting and you could hear the town crier ringing the bell. A sign that shops were closing and the taverns would soon be full of people drinking their hard day’s wage away. Usually I’d be right there with them, but with the plague in full bloom a break wasn’t coming until I had all the bodies buried.
I didn’t work in any graveyard, no I had the high end customers, nobles, lords and ladies alike wanting a private resting place. Not the mass graves that were dug for peasants. The idea of a noble resting beside a peasant made these richie-rich types roll over in their graves. With a quick look over my left shoulder I could see two more bodies wrapped up in tight clean white fabric by the saw bones. I didn’t make enough to be treated this well at death, I’d be tossed in a mass grave with the rags on my back. The rate these nobles were dying I wondered how many could possibly be left?
Wiping my brow of sweat I tossed the shovel out of the hole and climbed out. All I had to do was bury these bodies and I could be on my way to my favorite spot to drink. You’d think getting this close to the plague would make me nervous but I figured if I haven’t caught it by now maybe I was going to be one of the lucky ones and survive this sickness that was sweeping the city.
One of the final two bodies was that of a noble woman. I had no idea how old she was, but her figure was a nice hour glass shape, easily seen under all that linen. I knew their families would be to cheap to bury them with any gold or other valuables, but a wicked thought crossed my mind. I would never get my hands on noble blood, but I could now. I figured I was going to hell anyways so what would one more sin do to my already wicked resume?
Reaching down I cupped the full breast of the dead women. It was hard to tell what I was holding to be honest. But the knowledge of it did arouse me, a commoner like me touching the fun bits of a noble. Fuck yeah. I looked around as my hand lingered. Then some noise from behind me spooked me and I stood up straight and continued doing my job.
By the time I got the ladies body to her grave the clean white wrapping was now covered in green grass stains and dirt. Not that she would care. I pushed her in to her hole and turned to grab the other body. I was shocked to see that it was gone. I stood there stunned…shocked and looked around thinking that someone was playing a trick on me. “Hello?” I spun in a circle expecting one of my drunken friends to jump out at me but there was no one, just silence. Well this is odd I thought to myself.

I started to walk around the graveyard, looking for any sign of the body. It’s not like it could just get up and start walking. Then from behind a rather large tree trunk I spotted a white foot sticking out from behind it. “There you are.” Looked around the tree and no one was there but it was not the body of the man but the body of the woman with a dirty hand print on the linen over her right breast. “How the hell did she get out of the grave?” I turned around. “Okay is that you Joe? Who ever is fucking with me, this is no longer funny.” I didn’t even hear as much as a snicker.
Nearly jumping out of my skin as something kicked my foot. “What the hell!” I turned and looked at the ladies body, her foot had moved the linen was coming lose. Her left foot was now at an odd angle. I gave her a kick, it wobbled but bounced back to the position it had been in before I kicked it. That was not enough for me, I needed to know this lady was dead. I leaned down and poked her in the side of her head, an arm shot up out of the white wrapping and grabbed my shirt. I yelled out and tried to pull away but the black bony hands had a death like grip. Screaming at the top of my lungs as I tried to break free I heard teeth grind and soon the fabric around the mouth split. I could see dark gums with brown teeth and a worse then death stench.
Pulling as hard as I could against the hand I broke free and turned to run, but there behind me was the male body and I bumped right in to it. I fell to my ass and got slapped in the face by the dead ladies arm which was still holding on to my shirt.
I yank and pulled at the arm but I couldn’t get it off my shirt, it was like the thing was apart of my own body. I got to my feet and watched as the dead lady got to hers. She seemed to know where I was even with the fabric around her eyes, she instantly turned in my direction and both of them started walking awkwardly towards me. I got up and ran, but something tripped me up and I fell into one of the freshly dug graves landing right on top of a squiggling body. “Fuck!” I yelled as hands wrapped around me. Suddenly I felt bodies fall upon me. Body after body fell upon me. The weight making it harder and harder to breath as I was slowly being crushed. When I was able to suck a breath in, it smelt like I was breathing in death.
Then a pain so bad light up on my right shoulder, dots of light flashed through my vision, then another pain in my hip came screaming into my brain. It felt like flesh was being torn from my body. My vision started to fade in and out as my vision collapsed inwards. I tried to breath, tried desperately to suck air in to my lungs. But it was to late, I felt something take a hold of me and pull me deep, deep in to myself until their was nothingness. Just a strong desire to eat.

The End.