Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 34: Dystopian Dreams of the Absent Minded Author

This is the 34th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.

Dystopian Dreams of the Absent Minded Author, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 3rd January 2012

Word count: 793

Theme: war, hopelessness, future, dystopia, desire, dreams

The story:

Humanity, the tiny blot on an otherwise pristine lifeless landscape of the universe, was growing ever larger. Though no destiny could ever bring a race such as humanity to rival in significance the awesome size of the universe, they were becoming noticeable.

Earth had quickly become a hard place to survive, once the planet went over the Green Cliff seas rising, depletion of fresh water wild food stocks started to be affected by the masses of extinctions. Land vanished, crops withered, disease ran rampant. Mankind had no choice but to look to the stars for salvation.

In the century following, a billion people left Earth, over a quarter of the world’s population abandoned the planet for better lives among the stars.

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Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 22: Darwin Lane

This is the 22nd in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing from 2nd December 2012 until the 1st December 2013. It’s intent is to keep me writing throughout the year, and not just in November. you can find out more about the challenge here.

Darwin Lane, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 23rd December 2012

Word count: 727

Theme: dystopia, mutants, false accusation, pieces in a game

The story:

“I don’t really know how I do it,” Johnson claimed.

“Yeah sure, I know what you freaks are capable of these days,” the sergeant said snarling.

“I really don’t,” the young man protested, “I never wanted to be one of those freaks.”

There was a top on the police interview room’s door. The sergeant walked out, there were mutterings, and Johnson thought he heard someone exclaim, “Son of a Bitch Human Fucking Right Activists”.

The sergeant came back in, “I’d through the god damn book at you, the library that it was sitting in,” he said still snarling, “But it appears your fellow freaks are kicking up a stink. I hope you all have a really good time together,” somehow Johnson felt he didn’t mean this.

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