50 word story: A conversation with my boss

“Are you working?” My boss asks. “Kind of.” “What do you mean kind of?” “I’m looking at the screen and I’m tapping on the keyboard.” “Is that twitter?” I cringe. “Umm, maybe.” “Well that’s networking, that counts as work. I’ll let you off.” I smile and keep working. Self-employment rocks. | Read more…

Flash Fiction: The Front Line

The Sargent forged ahead and I wrapped my arms around myself. Around me, my fellow soldiers crawled and stumbled over the crusted landscape. A little further down the slope behind us, the last few troops emerged from the tree line. If indeed you could call the alien trees that. Their | Read more…