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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Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 12: The Elementalist

This is the eighth 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.

The Elementalist, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 13th December 2012

Word count: 999

Theme: competition, sport, super powers, mutants, utopian future

The story:

I bounce on the balls of my feet, oan outsider might see a competitor warming up, in truth I’m trying to work off a building sense of fear and excitement that were ripping me apart.

“Its the World Championship, you’re allowed to be nervous,” that’s my coach Silenius Smith, I resented his calm, but he’s been through this, he was an old pro, maybe in his forties now.

“I’m just wired,” I tell him.

“No Rusty, you’re terrified, but it’s okay you won’t lose control in the arena, you’re more than good enough for a first round victory,” Silenius admonished.

“I’d rather hear you’ll be kick my arse if I mess it up,” I tell him, trying to laugh.

“No, that wouldn’t be fair,” Silenius said sternly, “I’m going to kick your arse in training tomorrow anyway,” giving in to a smile.

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