Here are five more very short stories I’ve written recently in a mix of genres—science fiction, dark fantasy, and realistic. I had posted them on twitter under #vss365 and #scififri. Also, if you are a writer, some of the members of #vss365 are going to be making an anthology of very short stories, submitted on twitter via the hashtag #vss365a. You can find out more on the Making Fiction website, so if you’re interested in submitting, check it out!
Capt. Dayne surveyed the icy surface of Enceladus from the deck of the Orion.
"What are the surface readings? When can we attempt a landing?" she asked her science officer.
"Tomorrow," came the taciturn answer.
"Good. We're ready."
I have a thousand regrets. Paths not taken, love not given, friends lost for no real reason. But I have never regretted even one kiss I gave your soft baby face, or one nuzzle of your fuzzy hair. There is never enough time to tell you how much I love you.
I perk my head up, aware of the sudden silence.
"What are you doing?" I call, my heart beating in trepidation. No answer.
"Kids! What are you up to?" There's a flurry of footsteps and whispers.
I start running upstairs.
"What happened?" Sal yelled over the blaring alarms.
"Meteor," Jen said. "Pierced the hull."
"Isolate the compromised sector."
"That's us. We'll die."
"Put on your breather. We'll work fast and find a patch."
"Done. And I love you."
The sound of rain on her window inspires reverie. She runs a hand over her swollen belly.
Who will you be? she wonders.
The baby kicks. She closes her eyes. She sees the rain turn to blood, and the patter on her window becomes the sound of distant gunshots.