Writober is a list of 31 propositions, one for each day of October 2021. The objective is to create, in at most 280 signs, a science-fiction, fantasy or fantastique story. In the blog post, I collect, more or less regularly, […]
This short story was written based on a prompt at Critique Circle which basically amounted to “The devil, an app and a teenage school kid with a problem”. There was an additional constraint of not editing while writing, which I […]
This vignette/short story was written based on a prompt at Critique Circle which basically amounted to “A dream/nightmare and its effect on reality for your main character. No more than 3 paragraphs, no more than 5 sentences per paragraph.”. If […]
This short story is the result of @Curator@mastodon.art‘s “challenge” found there. Four images, 200 words. Didn’t know if that meant 200 words per image or 50, and I like my shorts shorts. 🙂 Snow has been building up. Again. Over […]
The alien invasion ships steamrolled over Tau Ceti. Earth’s direct connection with its very first and only colony was severed within the first seconds of the assault. Earth did not learn about the attack from the ground station, as the […]
The air is hot. Camille’s already in bed, but she can’t sleep. Mum has allowed her to read a little in bed as long as she doesn’t fret too much. * Louise is tidying up. She pulls the lunchbox from […]
The reptiles had chosen the slow, collective option. In their early times, they had played a lot on many variations, and things like growing fins on one’s back, or a disproportionate neck, was considered amusing, if somewhat tasteless, whims. So: […]
This text, written by Albert Aribaud <email@example.com> was published in 1996 in issue 11 of the French fanzine Dragon et Microchips by l’Oeil du Sphinx and is reproduced here by kind permission from Philippe Marlin, of l’OdS, as (slightly) edited […]
This text was written based on the June 10, 2020 #EcritHebdo (“weekly writing”) challenge to write a text starting with “Hé ! Les jeunes” (“Hey! The youth”). This was done in just 15 minutes from concept to publishing. Hey ! […]
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I am sitting at the terrace of the café, savoring the fact, firstly that there still are some cafés left with a terrace to sit at, and secondly that this one is close enough that I can stop there from time to time on my way to work.
My coffee (decaffeinated, for health reasons) is kindly waiting for me to finish drinking it, while I read my morning paper and wait for for a lab colleague whose arrival I check for with a quick glance after each news item.
As I cast one of these glances, I notice the individual stationed on the pavement across the street. Stationed is the word : he is staring at me, unmoving among the passers-by. His gaze crosses mine, and that is, I am sure, what sets him in motion toward me […]