“We did a
bang-up job.”
The Three
Stooges*
Working on the
stuff for thanksgiving time and something I'm critiquing for my
creative writing club. The work is very impressive. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Cyborgs by the Roll of the Dice
Note: This flash
fiction is different than my others because it has a factor of
randomness to it when I wrote it. The length in words of each sentence in the story
was determined by the roll of two die. (Example: If one came up with
a 2 and the other with a 4 I would have to write a 6 word
sentence for that line.) I never re-rolled a single sentence.
Cyborgs
attacked.
They had been
enslaved and hated for too long.
Part machine and
part human they worked each day.
The ones who
benefited from them hated them.
All for being
strange, twisted creatures.
They decided
they would get their revenge for their generations of suffering.
The war was
quick and brutal with total cyborg victory.
Enslaving humans
felt just.
The humans
entertained the cyborgs.
Their labor
useless.
After many, many
attempts humans rebelled successfully with luck.
The cyborgs were
destroyed with the risky weapon the humans rebelled with.
Humans later
replaced cyborgs with nanobot workers.
Author Comment:
This was actually more difficult than you might think. Pretty hard
actually at points. Sometimes I thought. “If only I was allowed one
more word!” (Or one less!) The restrictions made things difficult
but fun.
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