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March 19, 2024
Fantasy Stories Wondering Monk

Just My Imagination

The alarm clock went off and started playing an awful tune. Tom opened his eyes and closed them back, squinting. He reopened one eye and stood up to stop the torture. The phone was on the desk, in the furthest spot from the bed. Although he changed his way of…
March 19, 2024
Science Fiction Stories Ocelotlzin

Earth Is Dead

Recording… It doesn't matter who I was; I probably lived a long time ago, and I am now just a voice someone added to the audio-visual records. What is essential is the recollection of events that lead to the current state. So, a little history needs to be…
March 08, 2024
Flash Fiction Benoit

Some Enchanted Evening

It was a rugby tackle with tears: Chrissy burst in, sobbing and babbling, hugging James. Her face was all wet, eyes wild. What…? My parents split up, Dad has moved in with his boyfriend and I cannot join them. I am shut out. I have lost my dad. Torrent of…
March 08, 2024
Horror Stories Marvel Chukwudi Pephel

In The Hands Of My Legs

The car pulled up in front of the large salon. The neon sign, that sexy broad thing, on the salon'sroof read "Mr. Gil's All-night Salon". The exhaust pipe of the car was pumping solid smoke, theswirls moving from the car and towards the salon.…
March 07, 2024
Mystery Stories Vanessa Leigh Giles

Casualty of Love in the Time of Coronavirus

Chapter 1 Until Death do us Part ‘Ring, ring!’. I answered the telephone and asked, “Hello, good evening. Who’s this? “Hello.” This is Dr. Smith from Red Cross hospital. “Is this Mr. Locke, John?”, he asked, hesitantly scratching his bald head. “Yes, doctor.…
March 07, 2024
Crime Stories Robert Pook

Bar Room Trigger

Another return journey on footpaths so familiar. He strides across each crack in each paving stone. Regular loose drain covers sidestepped. Mapping long ago mapped in Richard’s desolate mind. His pace hastened by the sight of the oncoming storm. Quickening…
March 04, 2024
Horror Stories Ano Chinemerem

Sanctity

Where should I begin? I could begin by telling you about this comely boy, whom every notable person around the streets agrees his smile could charm the bills off one. Between one smile, there was his goodness, his dreams and humanity—a little far ahead?— but…
March 04, 2024
Flash Fiction Emanuel Diaz

Et Mortui Partium

As Rafael stepped out into the rain, it wasn't the ordinary drops that fell from the sky. Instead, it was a storm of souls, each one taking the form of shimmering jewelry as it cascaded toward the ground. Rubies, diamonds, and sapphires twinkled amidst the…
February 29, 2024
Poetry Jing Li Ava

London

‘Am I in London?’ "I am." Where is Elizabeth? Happy living story All of your chapter Bounlance joy Please my heart Power hand Wise mind Our baby Vow vow Love all love Miss I miss Endless wonder Bring us together Love all love Miss I miss For everything My…
February 29, 2024
Flash Fiction Rob Pook

Life Sentence of The Smith

Born nine months after his country won the World Cup.A child prodigy.Cast off at age twenty-four.Husband, father, emigree, away on the other side of the world.The blue-collar life.The dreams of success.The search for fulfillment.The long years of empty…
February 29, 2024
Mystery Stories Joshua Lowther

The Operator

Jason looked over to his right, his eyes barely able to focus themselves on the subject of his attention. His neck ached terribly from the strenuous movement. He was tired. The captain’s gaze came to rest on the rookie sonar operator sitting tense at his…
February 29, 2024
Flash Fiction Salvatore Difalco

The Chute

At dusk, we left our unit with a soft pink bundle. I carried it through the wet streets and into the black woods. I said I’d take it all the way, the bundle, but that we had to drop it in together. My wife’s green eyes flashed. “Don’t make me do that.” I…

Don Carter, a fifty-five-year-old shoe salesman, decided to bite the bullet, and buy a computer. All his friends and colleagues had computers and were constantly badgering him to join the 21st century and buy a computer. “You can do all kinds of great things with a computer, Don. You can surf the internet and learn things. You can keep records, write letters, and so much more,” Harry, a fellow salesman, said. “Look, I know all about computers; I’ll help you get started.”

“Well, tomorrow is my birthday, so I guess I'll buy myself a birthday present.  Okay, Harry, let's buy me a computer.  So Harry helped Don pick out a computer, and spent a few hours helping him learn how to use it.

Like most new computer users, it's easy to make mistakes and sometimes cause problems.  Three days later, something happened to his computer which he couldn't fix, so he called Harry.  “Harry, my birthday present, which is only three days old, is not working,” he said and explained what was happening.

“What you're describing happened to my computer, so what you have to do, is restore it to an earlier time, a time when the computer was working.  I would restore it to the day you bought it.  Click on help; type  restore, and follow the directions.  okay. “

“Okay, Harry, thanks,” he said, hung up, and found restore point.

“Hmm.  Looks easy.  Son of a gun. It's like a time machine. Let's see.  Select a restore time and press enter.”  He followed the directions and pressed enter.  “Okay, restore point, go back to my birthday when the computer worked.  As he watched the screen, it flickered for several moments, and he rose up from his chair and started to spin.  He spun faster and faster and, after a few moments, he disappeared.

Mrs. Carter looked up when her husband entered her room.  “Hi honey.  How are you feeling?” her husband asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and kissed her.

Fine, now that you're here.  Honey if you will you get my robe we can go check him out.”

“Okay, if you feel up to it,” he said, got her robe and helped her put it on.  Then they left the room and walked slowly down the hall to the nursery.

“He's handsome, isn't he?  Like his father.  What should we name your son?”

“Let's name him Don, after my father.”

“Don Carter.  I like that,” she said and smiled at her son.

The End

 

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