When you finally saw your doppelganger, you were unimpressed.  You thought he looked nothing like you.  This was after hearing that he was your spitting image––and not just hearing it from one or two people.

It seemed that every one of your friends had seen this man and, despite how long they may have known you, were easily duped into thinking that that guy was the genuine article.  James thought you were secretly working at the Stop-and-Shop supermarket on the side, too embarrassed to tell your friends, before realizing that it was just your knock-off. Beth told you how she embarrassed …

Here is another flash fiction story. Christmas in nature. Warm fuzzy. Not one of my favorites. I felt constricted by the 1000 word limit the contest I was doing it for had. But it’s up here now. Maybe I will whittle it down one day.

Nathan’s footsteps echoed through the hallway of the underground shelter. There was a spring to Nathan’s step today: it was Christmas day after all. It was the only holiday that he and his brother celebrated anymore–the only one they both remembered celebrating with their parents.

Nathan could see his breath as he made his way down the corridor. It was always very cold in the morning–the shelter’s heating system shut down at night to conserve energy.

Nathan poked his head into the control room. It looked as though all the machines were in order, quietly humming and beeping away. Just last week, he fixed the shelter’s distressed beacon, which had broke after the first six months in the shelter–back when Ms. Neumann was still alive. There had been something wrong with the shelter system’s clock; everything had been running off-synch and consequently nothing worked properly, the beacon included. Ms. Neumann had tried fixing it, but she was an English teacher and not much of an electrical engineer.

This was my second attempt on a flash fiction piece for SSFWORLD.COM flash fiction contest. I have sent a slightly modified version to Asimov’s for submission. We shall see if it is purchased.

The image projected on the screen.

“This is ten,” the technician said.

On the screen were two rows of black dots. The dots were circular, two hundred and twenty-five centimeters in diameter. There were five dots in each row. They filled the entire screen.

“Do you understand?” The technician’s voice was cold, clinical.

“Yes,” the android answered. Its vocal mechanics were smooth, …

Bellow is my first attempt at a flash fiction piece that I did for the september flash fiction contest on SSFWORLD.COM.  The premis was to write a story involving or related to a feather.  The story need to be under 1,000 words, which this is in no way.  I couldn’t bring myself to cut it down so I just wrote another story instead, which I will also post.  I haven’t sinished editing it but when I do I will replace this version with the new edit.  Why even bother?  Who knows?

The radar blipped again. Kawataba looked out …