http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog Short short stories Sat, 15 Aug 2009 03:41:00 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Dr. Montgomery had had just about enough of Captain Anderson and was glad that their long shuttle trip was nearing its end. He was so sick of the loud music, the books left lying around, his crude jokes. He’d considered it a great achievement that he’d thus far ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2009/08/14/new-post/ A long time ago, a young knight left his home and set out on a journey to see the world. Nobody still living remembers the young knight's name. Let's just call him "Josh" for convenience. The first place Josh went was the Land of Nouns. It was kind of boring ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2009/08/14/josh/ It starts with a sound like steel shattering. Then the low roar of an earthquake, the kind where the ground rises up to slap you in the face. The next thing you know, you're engulfed in the chaotic center of Armageddon. Nothing about this is random or undisciplined - this ultimate ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2009/07/15/metal/ Angela was halfway through the mountain of junk when it happened. She'd nabbed a huge pile at garage sales that morning, ranging from a like-new coffee table to several unidentifiable lumps of rust. The plan was to take these and create found art from them. Sometimes it ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2009/04/29/genie/ "Are you mad at me?" All of his mental alarms went off at that phrase. He stopped typing and adjusted his headset as he blurted out, "What? No. Why would I be mad at you?" "Well, whenever we talk on the phone you sound mad. Or, like, you're mad but ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2009/03/05/phone-voice/ Listen, I'm not a villain - never killed or stole nothing, I'm not fixin to take over the world or anything idiotic. And the only property damage I ever done was when I was fighting off those do-gooding jackasses in the Junior League of Righteousness. I didn't even ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2009/02/02/powers/ Lee slid into the booth across from Jake. "Hey, you look terrible." It took a little while for Jake's eyes to make it from his mug up to Lee's face. "I axed her to go out with me." He sighed. "Go out with me. On a date. ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2009/01/24/jake/ Tyson died in 2009, clipped by a bus while crossing the street. He'd joked about how he expected that, since he was such a careless pedestrian. All of his friends remembered that. None of them thought it was funny now. Tyson died in 2015, when his flight to ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2009/01/17/obituaries/ He woke his family at the usual time, but instead of everyone hurrying to their morning chores he gathered them around him. His wife's weathered face remained placid, but his nearly-grown son and young daughter were bubbling with excitement. He'd never delayed the morning chores before! Not for ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2009/01/13/1400/ One entry selected from the Great Leader's personal journal. Entry #2838 dated January 22, 2053. Late January. I took a small plane to a remote airfield 230 miles away. The women protested and were upset but I had to check out the surrounding area. I told them I'd ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2009/01/10/lexi-is-born/ Nigel stares at the screen, unsure where to begin. All autobiography is a lie - you have to pick and choose what to tell, what to leave out. You turn your life into scenes. But life isn't a collection of scenes - it's one long scene, from ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2009/01/10/nigel/ I had just taken a seat in an empty row, waiting for my number to be called, when he walked over. Mid-30's, average sized, Hispanic. His short hair was neatly combed, and he was clean-shaven. I had glanced up and then started to look away when something ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2008/12/31/butterflies/ The afternoon heat was gone and the night had fallen. The cat was nearby in the dark room with shades pulled. He was gone and I was here, holding him. I listened to the wind. I thought about him and how he read my diary. He lay there, looking ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2008/11/26/rose-and-lights/ She didn't knock and I don't keep my door locked. Locks don't keep out trouble. She walked in my office with dark hair and a darker soul. The door heavy with envy as she leaned against the door jam. She had a cigarette on the edge of her lips ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2008/11/11/unmissing/ It sometimes takes an hour or so. I can tell when he falls asleep by the way his breathing changes. The breaths are longer and the rhythm doesn't match his heart. He is so peaceful. The autumn air is cool, and the breeze heavy outside. The ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2008/11/09/bedtime/ The little toad, made of stone, would sell his soul to be real. To jump away from this shelf. To be able to hop and catch flies and swim. To find a fine looking lady toad and settle down on a lily pad. Unfortunately, being made of stone ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2008/11/08/toad/ She looked at the man with the torn shirt and dirty jeans. "We can offer you quarters, food and work if you desire." He paused, looking into her eyes, then beyond them. "Can I stay here?" She looked past him, the landscape destroyed. She saw the fires in the ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2008/10/30/refugee/ "I won't tell you my name. Names carry power. More than you would want if you were wiser." She merely thumbed the hammer back. This amused the old man. "Killing me won't teach you my name. Kill me, search my body. You won't find my name. ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2008/10/29/names/ She ran quick. She was very fast. A majestic doe prancing as she ran. I whispered to her as she ran. "I'm really sorry." The lone explosion in the night deafened me. She slumped down as the rain fell. She was heavy, not at first but as I ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2008/10/26/getting-dinner-for-mom/ When Bob landed on the backwater planet, his only goal was to expedite increased production of Telurgian Quintessential Juice. When the studies were published a month earlier confirming its life-extending properties, demand soared Galaxy-wide, but supply had screeched to a halt at almost the same time. So The ... http://attentiondeficitfiction.com/blog/2008/10/21/expedite-quintessential-juice/