Burst Fiction
An active e-zine of one shot short stories, around 1000 characters in length, set in near contemporary times preferably, with scifi tendencies.
Curated by Erik Chevalier.
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An active e-zine of one shot short stories, around 1000 characters in length, set in near contemporary times preferably, with scifi tendencies.
Curated by Erik Chevalier.
Visit the new main site!.
Mobile?
The pair boosted forward into the asteroid’s single inset airlock, pulling a cargo sled behind them. It eased into the habitat’s half-gee field, dropping to bump once against the floor plating before settling into a hover.
“Shit, careful with that!” Jim warbled, his comm voice all square-waved. “They won’t take any if a single one is deformed!”
“I know, I know,” said George, “watch your end. Damn, but these creepy critters are picky.”
The outer doors sealed and, after a quick hiss of atmosphere in-rush, the inner doors irised open. Inside, the Customer waited – a glistening and limp de-shelled snail draped across a life-support hover.
Jim unsealed the cargo coffin, neutral gases and coolant spilling away to reveal exactly 38 dorodango. As documented in the triply-verified manifest, one autistic Japanese child had shaped each into sub-micron spherical perfection and a near-mirror finish.
George and Jim left that day with enough money between them to buy their own orbital paradise and retire happy men.