Kitten Café | Flash Fiction

The Prime Minister rubs at tired eyes and checks her watch. “Right. Give me an update on Kitten Café.”

The CEO of Kitten Café smiles and nods. “All is going well, Prime Minister. This month we’ve adopted out 244 cats within our London branches alone. I’ve yet to gt figures confirmed from other regions but -”

“I couldn’t care less about the cats,” the Prime Minister snaps. “Tell me how it’s really going.” Continue reading “Kitten Café | Flash Fiction”

Ready Player One by Ernest Cline | Book Review

You’ve probably been living under a rock if you’ve never heard of Ready Player One. It was a recent blockbuster hit after Spielberg turned it into a movie, but even before that people were lauding it as the best thing since sliced bread. Me? I have mixed feelings. Strap in – this one is long and rambling. Continue reading “Ready Player One by Ernest Cline | Book Review”

Curiosity | Microfiction

She took the strange bone home and stashed it on her treasure shelf alongside the rest of her collected curiosities. Shells and stones, skeletons of leaves, little Lego people and Kinder Egg loot, the pretty head of a ceramic lady. Continue reading “Curiosity | Microfiction”

Missed Targets | Flash Fiction

‘One hundred words to go, that’s all, bobblehead! One hundred little words to write until I meet my target and I can rest easy. And it’s only 4 a.m.! I’ve done well, haven’t I?’

The writer’s bobblehead mascot nods frantically in agreement as she taps out a manic rhythm on the desk with her fingers. Continue reading “Missed Targets | Flash Fiction”

Kablamo | Microfiction

‘Engage all switches when I countdown to one, okay?’

The crew barks its agreement.

The captain wipes the sweat from his brow. They’re under a lot of pressure. They crashed on this deserted planet 15 months ago due to an engine failure. Every waking minute had been dedicated to getting the ship back up and running. Now, they’re ready.

At least, he thinks they are. Turning the system back on is the first step, but security protocols demand that each control panel be rebooted in perfect unison. If they fail… well, they’re fucked. Continue reading “Kablamo | Microfiction”