March 14, 2021

After 1500 years, the first of the Longfellow Arks began its final approach toward Earth. The reentry crew had been awoken from their stasis pods ten years earlier to begin their refresher training so they might safely land the behemoth and return what remained of the human race back to what the original project managers…

March 8, 2021

Back to our regularly scheduled Random Stories. This week, a short, dumb joke for my own amusement. I Swim Alone I swam out of the castle in search of breakfast, but stopped dead at the grim sight above me. Goldie was dead. There was no doubt about it. There he was floating, belly up toward…

February 22, 2021

“It’s my shadow, you see?” The Seamstress took a long look at Jasper, and then at the troubling shadow behind him, vaguely Jasper-shaped and decidedly not cast by any visible light source. Indeed, the early sun still hung in the east, and Jasper’s shadow was pointing toward it. “It doesn’t matter which way I turn,…

February 13, 2021

Ad Planeta Apes Comet 1169-Aristaeus was still sixty years out from its 226-year return when it set off the alarm at Arroway station. It was a very particular frequency, one that hadn’t been heard on Earth for over a hundred and fifty years. Underneath EnviroDome 34/118 (formerly known as Pasadena), the techno-wizards began their preparations….

February 6, 2021

Last week’s story ran a little long. This week, we’re going quick and dirty We Can Eat Any Billy Goat for $29.99*(*terms and conditions may apply) TO: All Cabraphage Corp., LLC Bridge Staff – All Regions FROM: Chorck Gravelpounder, VP for Overpass Traversal RE: New Updates to Goat Consumption Policies and Procedures ______________________________________________________ In response…

February 2, 2021

Marty Lester swore quietly at the fire he couldn’t get started. He’d lost track of how long he’d been striking flint against steel, watching the small spray of sparks fall onto his kindling only to die there. He tossed useless tools aside and swore again, louder this time, hurling the mother of all f-bombs at…

January 24, 2021

A day late, but done. Here’s this week’s random story based on Monday’s roll of the story dice. FiveSixSevenEight Hank Paulsen shuffled back and forth along the rows, pushing his little whisk broom ahead of him. He turned his nose up, disgusted by the detritus left behind by the audience for tonight’s performance. “They can…

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