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- Herausgeber: Briefcase Media Group
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
Indulge your sense of adventure.
This book is not your traditional Sci-Fi flash fiction story collection, but more of an experiment in creativity.
The five stories are some of the author's favorites, written for the sheer joy of being creative in the moment.
Read Other Worlds today and embrace the unexpected!
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Seitenzahl: 27
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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Contents
Introduction
Practice Makes Perfect
The Cleanup Crew
Father of Waters
Running From Mars
Sweet Escape
Join the Crew!
Also by Chad V. Holtkamp
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Introduction
The following is a brief collection of five flash fiction stories.
I spent most of 2018 working on the first three novels in The SPOOK & GOON Space Adventures. As the holiday season kicked off after Thanksgiving, I realized I’d spent the last four months on editing and getting them published but hadn’t written anything new.
After reading Blaze Ward’s book, Pulp Speed for Professional Writers, I challenged myself to change that. Every day for a week, I’d head up to my writing station in our attic three times a day and simply write whatever came to mind.
At the end of the week, I had over twenty new stories and published them all as Outer Thoughts. I hadn’t heard the term flash fiction, but being under 1000 words, they were in that ballpark.
These are a few of my favorites and I hope you enjoy them.
Chad V. Holtkamp
Chicago, Illinois
22 August 2020
Practice Makes Perfect
The sign above the vapor door in the weapon’s depot training hall read PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT in oversized Comic Sans font. To add to the joke, someone whose name was lost to history scrawled in Sharpie below the offensive lettering, “but don’t take your eye out trying.”
Faren Grindholm didn’t get it either. He always assumed someone had taken pen in hand after one too many drinks at the ship’s nightclub. He only hoped that they hadn’t taken up shooting that same night. He didn’t remember any incidents making the ship’s log, so he assumed everyone made it back to their bunks in one piece.
He waved his hand to turn on the track lights along each wall and walked up to the first stall in the range, dropping his heavy cordovan leather duffel bag on the short plywood bench to his left. He unzipped the industrial-strength KKK zipper and reached inside, digging through the rat’s nest of t-shirts and dirty underwear for his prized possession, a FA12D Rangefinder Maxim with a laser sight custom-designed to his specs.
He kept the blaster wrapped in a black-watch plaid, double-thick wool handkerchief, to better protect the exterior while lodged in his duffle bag. He set the weapon aside and zipped the bag closed and tossed it on the tile floor under the bench.
As he neatly folded the handkerchief and laid it on the bench, he heard voices in the air vent above his head and looked around to make sure no one else was watching. Relieved that it was only someone on D-deck drunkenly assaulting a vending machine, he slowly unwrapped his baby. Possessing, much less owning, a Rangefinder was a felony in the Aran colonies after the Fedlin Uprising of 2053, punishable by ten years in the Zairo Brig. Faren’s copy was legitimate, grandfathered in because A. he’d had it made and taken delivery in late 2052, and B. because his dad was a Fleet Admiral with the Aran High Command.
