Tag: drama

This is the 96th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Nutmegged, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 8th March 2013

Word count: 996

The story:

“Want anything from the shops?” Margaret asked Julian.

Julian looked up from the football scores, it was the last day of the season and he needed good results to stuff his boss in the fantasy league. “I’m okay, thanks though. I’ll make it up to you alter.”

“I know you will,” Margaret said with a smile, “See you soon.”

Julian went back to the football.

Several hours later there was a bang on the door. Julian got up and opened it, two police officers were stood there, and behind them were a dozen others.

“Yes?” Julian said nervously, having a bad feeling.

“Mister Julian Newton?” the biggest of the police officers asked.

“Yes, what’s this about?” Julian asked.

“May we come in?” it wasn’t really a question, they were already stepping forward, “We have a warrant to search this property.”

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This is the 96th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Plague Curfew, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 7th March 2013

Word count: 972

The story:

“Urgh,” Mike groaned in bed as light flooded the room. He tried to roll, but without a blanket that wasn’t much of an escape, and the light hurt. It hurt his eyes even when they were closed, the warmth made him feel sick, his head was a screaming ball of pain.

He rolled right off the bed and hid behind it instinctively.

“Get up Mike,” a stern but feminine voice said, followed by a sigh.

“Urgh,” Mike said groggily raising his head above the parapet of his bed and looked at his beautiful and cruel wife who gave a small laugh at the sight of him. His simple brain ran through a series of reactions, fear, hunger, arousal, though given the pain and the confusion he was frozen in place.

“Come on get up,” she said sternly, “I’ve no sympathy when it’s self inflicted.” She was just finishing getting dressed.

“Urghhhh,” Mike said as he admired her soft supple skin.

“Now you’re not even being funny, bye Mike,” she said grabbing her coat and bag to head downstairs.

Mike pulled himself up and went after her, keeping out of the sunlight as much as he could.

“Urgh,” he said at the top of the stairs.

“Oh go back to bed Mike,” his wife said angrily as she put on her shoes at the bottom of the stairs. “If you’re not off to work you might as well get this place cleaned up. Serves you right for being out drinking after this stupid virus curfew.”

Then she was gone, and with no other stimuli, he had no interest in staying awake, so he went and laid down. An hour or two later the post man knocked on the door, waking Mike up. He ran to the door where he could see the silhouette through the glass.

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This is the 95th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Sol’s Children, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 6th March 2013

Word count: 992

The story:

“Its true then?” the Emperor asked.

“I’m afraid so sire,” the lead solar scientist, Royston Miller, said bowing low. “Its the sun’s natural evolution, no one I’ve spoken to knows any way to affect something like this. In five to six years the sun will rapidly expand, and all signs indicate the Earth will be swallowed with a couple of decades at the most.”

“And that’s certain?” the Supre Marsborn, the Emperor’s Scientific Adviser asked.

“No, it may not expand as much as we fear, but even the minimum expected expansions would increase the temperature’s on earth, most of the outer layer of rock would become molton, rivers and oceans would dry up,” Royston said hesitantingly.

‘How many people could we evacuate to the colonies, Admiral?” the Emperor asked.

A gruff old man cleared his throat buying himself time to consider carefully, “Not as many as I’d like Sire. In four years we might make it to a billion, maybe a few more if we kept up ship building. But in reality it would be at most a few millions, the outer colonies couldn’t cope with more. There’s also the problem of the several separatist movements, this could push them over the edge which would make things harder.”

The Emperor nodded his thanks to the Admiral for his comprehensive, albeit depressing, report. “Okay, ladies and gentlemen, gather the best, the smartest. We need a plan to save Earth, or everyone on it. We can not let the future of humanity die with a dying star. We must survive.”

Supre Marsborn bowed, “I will see to it your highness.”

The room was cleared, leaving his divine Emperor July Windsor to slump back into his ancient throne.

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This is the 94th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Polish Haven by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 5th March 2013

Word count: 991

The story:

The kids were excited, this was there first time in an aeroplane, at six and eight it was possibly the most exciting moments of their life.
Their parents were less fussed, it had been a stressful day, last second packing, trying to keep the two young boys clean, and getting through the airport. It was their first time flying, and it was nerve racking.

The mother rested her head on her husband’s shoulder, he smiled and patted her hair.

“We made it,” he said reassuringly.

She sighed wearily. The flight was only a few hours, then the chaos would resume as they gathered their bags with two over excited kids fit to burst, that’s if it wasn’t sooner.

The seat belt sign came on, the kids were already fastened in, but mother checked just in case before strapping herself in.

“Its strange, you know, that Daddy wanted us to come in holiday right away,” the mother said.

“Carol, you know what Henry is like. He can be a bit odd sometimes,” the father said, just them Carol noted on odd expression in Simon her husband. She was about to comment when the plane started moving, and she forgot in the fear and excitement as the plane got into position to taxi.

Several hours later the plane landed in Krakow, Poland. The kids predictably were all over the place with excitement.

“Can we back now?” the six year old Lewis asked, speaking at the speed of light.

“Soon, my love,” Carol said having lowered herself down, “First we’re going to explore a new country.”

The words didn’t mean much to the boy, until his mother likened it to Dora the Explorer.

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This is the 93rd in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Mail Call, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 4th March 2013

Word count: 729

The story:

“Bring her round three degrees starboard, and ceiling minus two degrees, and then cut engines,” the man on the end on the end of a tinny intercom instructed.

“Left over, and down,” the space suited pilot repeated casually, but they followed the instructions perfectly. There was a soft bump, a click, and inside the ship there was a hiss as pressure was increased inside the ship, as an earth like atmosphere was breathed into the ship.

“Docking complete at oh six thirty seven,” the pilot reported. Checking the atmosphere read outs, they decided it was safe to remove their helmet.

The first thing that came spilling out was long wavy red hair, then as the opaque helmet came completely clear the lovely features of a young woman appeared. She unclasped herself and walked back into the craft and through the airlock where an official met her.

“You’re a day late,” he said sternly without bothering to introduce himself.

“Excuse me,” she said giving him a glare that immediately caused him to wither, like he’d been struck by a pin and his pomposity was leaking away. “I am never late, in fact I’m here a full day early.”

“Oh,” he said, “Then the earlier delivery hasn’t made it.”

“There wasn’t any news of delays, before I set off,” the pilot said.

“Pirates most likely, they’ve been getting more brazen in these parts sadly. We’ve commissioned the Garda for more patrols, but the needs of one space station aren’t considered important enough.”

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This is the 92nd in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

The Head Hunter Letter, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 3rd March 2013

Word count: 705

Info: Woohoo this story gets me past the quarter mark. Going to do a top 5% when I hit the big one double zero.

The story:

To my successor,

I am a corporate head hunter, photographs of my many success stories line the walls of my office.

No, I don’t work in recruitment, directly anyway – though thanks to my efforts plenty of people have gotten promotions and new jobs. The focus of my job is quite literally hunting people and bringing them low, destroying them. I mostly do work in the private sector, it’s less morally ambiguous.

If you’ve got a problem boss, maybe he’s an arsehole, maybe he refuses to retire, or maybe it’s a colleague or a competitor compromising everything your trying to build, (usually a bank balance, if I’m being honest), and you don’t care how it happens, I can fix it. Scandals, controversies, on personal and professional levels are my specialties. I sniff them out and expose them, and if there’s nothing, I’ll create one. And I do all this at fairly competitive rates, and with the utmost discretion. Except for the pictures on my wall, but they’re only ones that I feel wouldn’t undo my good work, I might be an egotist, but I’m not mad.

How did I get into this business? Well it started a few years ago, I was a corporate schmuck. For nearly ten years I towed the company line, did everything that was asked of me, yet I had risen as far as I was going to get. There were too many settled people higher up the ladder, those that weren’t were either job swapping in to new areas, or were consultants that effectively filled temporary holes I couldn’t seem to fit into.

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This is the 91st in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

The Life of Toad, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 2nd March 2013

Word count: 738

Info: a few days late with this one, playing catch up. Bish bash bosh, here they come….

The story:

Toad awoke with a start, he was immediately alert and on the look for whatever had woken him. Two bright dots in the mostly darkness peered at him. Toad crept forward, and the growing dots proved to be from a cat, the weak security light reflecting in curious eyes.

“Go to sleep Cat,” he said dismissively, crawling back into his nest of cardboard and newspaper.

An hour or two later Toad awoke again with the return of dawn. He gathered up his few belongings, his creature comforts, a spare pair of socks he wore only at night, or when the weather was really cold so they’d last longer, a pack of chewing gum, and a half eaten burger he’d collected the previous day, a sign on cardboard that was weathered and faded, and sixteen pence left from his previous day’s begging.

He left his back alleyway and ventured into the town centre. Sitting outside a McDonald’s, out of the way of the binmen and street cleaners, he ate his burger, imagining it was fresh and that he’d just bought it from the restaurant he was outside of.

“Oi, clear off,” the restaurant manager said running out to chase him off before the breakfast crowds arrived.

Toad didn’t argue, there was no point. He went across town to one of the last public toilets, there was a small group of homeless men waiting for the cleaners to clean out, so no one would kick them out.
After that he went towards the train station on a route frequented by the wealthy and well fed, near coffee shops and newsagents.

The begging was poor, but it was that time of month. That said he had enough for a coffee and a buttered bread roll from the market place by lunch time.

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This is the 90th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Race Track, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 1st March 2013

Word count: 998

Info: a few days late with this one, playing catch up. Bish bash bosh, here they come….

The story:

“This is the Pagani Huayra,” the salesman said, “It’s as fast as you could possibly want, and it’ll do fourteen miles per gallon, which is pretty good for a super car.”

“Hmm,” the man in the expensive suit said, “Does it come in black?”

“Of course,” the salesman said with a smile.

“Great, I’ll take it,” the man said.

“Let’s go do the paper work,” the man said with a smile, imagining the commission.

He was a little shocked when the man presented him with a bag of euros, but he gracefully accepted the payment, after verifying it was real.

The paperwork took an hour, but the man drove out of the exclusive dealership, in one of the world’s most exclusive sports cars. The dealer waved good bye and went off to arrange a security van collection for the money,

The man in the Pagani Huayra meanwhile was pulling into a warehouse.

“Good you got it, any trouble?” an attractive young woman asked.

“For this much money, few questions asked,” the man said climbing out of the car.

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This is the 89th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Diligent, The Recruit, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 28th February 2013

Word count: 951

The story:

“A ship like this gets in a lot of scrapes,” the recruiting sergeant said. “This isn’t a safe life, but it is profitable.”

“Transporting strawberries?” the prospective recruit said with a smile.

“Precisely,” the sergeant said ignoring the man’s joke.

“So what’s she carrying fighter wise?” the recruit asked.

“Three scorpion class fighters with the manoeuvrability mods,” the sergeant said. The recruit was sold.

Four days later Riston Stoker, the prospective recruit, boarded the Diligent. Officially the Diligent was a transport ship, but everyone knew she was really a pirate space ship, even SBO had used it’s stories to create a holo show, Free Men of Space.

“Welcome aboard the Diligent,” the recruiter said as soon as Riston crossed the airlock.

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This is the 88th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Day at the Shops, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 27th February 2013

Word count: 771

The story:

“This isn’t what I had planned,” John Johnston said as he popped out of cover to fire his colt at whichever targets were presenting themselves. It was a big powerful and noisy gun, but also accurate, two of the five remaining attackers went down wounded or dead. John returned to cover.

“Yeah like I expected the same thing,” Luke Riley said, “What the hell missions have you been on to warrant this response?” he popped up from cover and sprayed the enemy position with an uzi before returning to cover. “I fucking hate uzis, on my last clip.”

“I’ve been off rotation for five months,” John said, as he waited for the gun fire to stop ringing against the marble planter in the mall, then he popped up and fire two more shots, taking another gunman down. “There’s one of theirs down over there,” he pointed at a dead body, “I’ll cover you.”

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