Madam Maxime :: Short Story

You not always go where you think you’re going.

“Welcome to flight 39221. My name is Elsebeth and I’ll be your hostess for today. I am here to make this experience as pleasant as possible. Would you like a drink, sir?”

Harold looked to his right, to what was supposed to be a window, but there was nothing to see. Just a vast blackness that extended until forever. At least, that’s what it looked like. It wouldn’t go on forever, obviously.

“When will we be arriving?” He turned to the lady wearing a purple dress that fitted her tight like a second skin, carefully covering her five tentacles.

Elsebeth shook her head. “Unfortunately that is classified information, sir.”

“I’m sure no-one will tell on you,” Harold said as he pointed out the empty seats around them. “Where are the other passengers?”

“Unfortunately…”

“Yes, yes, classified.” Harold was working on not interrupting beautiful women. But this was just a robot, so maybe he shouldn’t care so much.

“Would you like a drink, sir?” Elsebeth was waiting patiently next to him.

“Where are we going? I know this is a punishment and all, but it doesn’t feel like it yet.” Harold smiled, baring his white teeth in a whim of confidence.

“This is the flight to the end of the universe, sir.”

Harold sighed. Who programmed those responses? Must have been a total nitwit. “Are we stopping at Madam Maxime’s for a drink, at least?”

“I do not understand why we would need to stop there.”

“Well, you know that expression, right? Having a drink at Madam Maxime’s? Before the universe ends? That last drink before everything ends.”

Elsebeth moved one of her heads down, until her mouth was close to Harold’s ear. “I am Madam Maxime, pleased to meet you. Would you like a drink, sir?”

Written for @mctiller’s #twentyfourhourshortstory contest on Steemit.

Mr. Dog Here — Short Story

The impossible can only happen when you are able to see it.

“Hello, how can I help you?” This was the fun part of his job, David knew. That moment he picked up the phone and anything was possible. It was why he always volunteered for the weekend shift. No stupid assistant to take his calls. Now he didn’t have to miss out on all the fun. A sheep in labor that needed his help, a cat that had thrown up his own bowels. Of course, most days nothing exciting like that happened. Lately, the most pleasurable thing he got to do was snipping the balls from guinea pigs. But even that got boring after a while.

“Kind Sir. Am I correct to think that you the veterinarian?”

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Growth — Flash Fiction

A short story of exactly 100 words.

This is a drabble, which is a specific type of story of exactly 100 words. Including the title. This one is written especially for a contest organised by The Writers Block on Steemit, based on the prompt that was given: fighting & rays, which had to be included in the story.

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Growth

It felt like the thing to do. Slowly I moved on. Everybody thought I was ridiculous, they couldn’t see me moving. But I knew I was going in the right direction, going up. There was no other way to go, fighting against something invisible that tried to keep me in the dark. The lack of resources, of time. Existence seemed meaningless. I was all alone, resisting the urge to give up.

But when I moved my first leaves above the soil that had trapped me, I felt the rays warm me. It was all worth it. Spring once more.

Self-Termination :: Short Story

Punishment is not what it used to be.

Jack tapped his fingers on the arm rest. “Are we going yet? I want to get this over with.”

His case-worker looked over some files. “In a minute, this is your fifth visit, right?”

“Isn’t that your job to keep track of my rehabilitation?” Jack looked at him with big innocent eyes behind which he was hiding all the mischief in the world.

Brad sighed. Fifth meeting. He hated those. “Okay, we’re going. You’re in for a treat. Today we’re going all the way back to 2021.”  Continue reading “Self-Termination :: Short Story”

Writing on Medium and a new short story in a Publication

Writing, publishing, and writing some more… 35 short stories in the past eight months!

Lately I’ve been exploring another platform where you can post your writing: Medium. It has some clear positive features:  Continue reading “Writing on Medium and a new short story in a Publication”

Too Old for This :: Original Short Story

“Can he breathe fire?”

Lara shrugged. “How should I know?”

They were huddled below the blankets, whispering. Lara had insisted upon complete secrecy. Tim felt too old for these kind of games, but something in his sister’s eyes told him that this wasn’t a game. Not this time.  

“But he’s YOUR dragon!” Tim shook his head. How could you have a dragon but not know if it could make fire? What kind of person doesn’t know that?

“Its name is Lennart. And he is four, like me.”

“How do you know it’s actually a dragon? And not a big crocodile or something?”

Lara pinched him in his arm, real hard. “Lennart told me, silly. And I’ve never seen a crocodile walk on two legs. Have you?”

“No.”

“So?”

Tim wasn’t sure Lara wasn’t just pulling his leg. His little sister was a lot of things. Annoying, stubborn, undiplomatic. But he had never caught her lying. “Okay. I believe you. Where is this dragon of yours?”

Lara giggled. “You cannot see him, silly. He’s an imaginary friend.”

Tim threw back the blanket and got on his feet. He wanted to be angry at his sister, but all he felt was sadness. Growing up was stupid.

Flash short story written for @mctiller’s weekly 24hourshortstory contest on Steemit.

Checking In :: Short Story

Checking in to a mental institution shouldn’t be that difficult, right?

“Excuse me? Hello!” Daniel pressed the button again. Finally he saw some movement through the glass door.

The door opened and a man wearing a white coat popped his head through the opening, scouting the surrounding. His hair was undone and his glasses were thick, like the ones from the 70s. Daniel didn’t really think about it, though. Anyone working at an asylum must be at least a bit crazy themselves, right? Although that was probably not politically correct. It was a mental hospital, for the mentally disturbed, or something like that. All those bullshit social rules, and the government still wondered why people were going mad?  Continue reading “Checking In :: Short Story”

One Book at the Time :: Original Short Story

When she started out, many months before, she had never thought she’d be able to pull it off. But she was no longer afraid.

There had been times she had almost given up. All the lying, the sneaking around. But today she once more managed to continue to smile to whoever she met. Walking in and out. Slowly, but not too slow. Making sure not to catch any attention 

Today was her last day. Her final day. It all came down to these last three, The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen, and Flatland by Edwin Abbott. When she started out, many months before, she had never thought she’d be able to pull it off. But she was no longer afraid. As the months passed, as her visits to the library remained unnoticed, her boldness had grown beyond proportions she had ever dreamt of. At first she had taken just one book at the time. Maybe she had gotten sloppy as the month passed and nobody ever stopped her. Her own house was filled to the brim with books by now, carefully sorted and catalogued over the months. Her collection was pretty much complete. Except for these these three slim, but weighty classics. Continue reading “One Book at the Time :: Original Short Story”

The Agency of Unicorns (please read before buying) :: Flash Fiction

Sometimes it’s good to read the between the lines.

Terms of the Real Unicorn Deal (Unicorn Inc.)

  1. The unicorn will be delivered at agreed upon time and place. (Changes after signing of the contract can no longer be accepted, due to the high interstellar administrative costs.)
  2. Unicorns may differ. Unicorn Inc. is not responsible for biological, emotional, aesthetic or social differences. (What you get is what you get, basically.)
  3. Unicorn remains property of itself, irrespective of local legal rules regarding animals. (Please be aware unicorns dislike being called animals.)
  4. This deal instantly becomes void when these terms are broken. (All involvement of Unicorn Inc. will be categorically denied, both in Kantian and non-Kantian sense.)
  5. Anything you say or do, in any universe and in both future and the past, can and will be used against you. (This includes that time you hit your little brother.)
  6. Unicorn Inc. does not take any responsibility for anything the unicorn does or doesn’t do. (There is no way you can reach us to voice complaints. Any way you will try to contact us, is useless.)
  7. Unicorns will be returned to Unicorn Inc in the following circumstances:
    1. When unicorn so desires (free will remains with unicorn, unicorns are stubborn and will see through any attempt to make them go back.)
    2. When the time of the contract is fully served (unless the unicorn wishes to remain, free of charge.)
    3. When terms of this agreement are broken (to be decided by Unicorn Inc.)
  8. This deal goes into effect the moment funds are wired to Unicorn Inc. at which time all terms of this agreement are agreed upon.

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Nordic Summer University 2018: Philosophy during the Holidays

What better way to spend your holidays than to do what you love? Being, thinking, reading, being-together.

Holidays, what are those? Ah, that time of the year that I travel to the Nordic Summer University, to attend one of the interdisciplinary circles and enjoy the company of interesting, passionate and intelligent people.

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