Deadline Monster. Aak fictionspawn

Deadline

The last word was down. The article was written. He looked at the clock. He had time. The editing shouldn’t take too long.

He went into the kitchen and got himself a cup of coffee. The coffee maker fell over.

-Damn! He got a cloth and wiped it up. He could feel something breath him in the neck. He turned around. There was nothing there.

He put another coffee on, and waited. He felt it again. The breathing. He looked at the clock. The deadline was getting closer.

You won’t make it…

He turned around again…

A paintbrush making a line. Aak fictionspawn

The Perfect Self Portrait

He took a long look in the mirror, got the next stroke on. It was perfect. Slowly the self portrait was taking form. It looked more alive than anything he’d ever painted before, anything he’d ever seen. Every new stroke made it better, every next step made it more real.

He studied every little detail in the mirror, every little colour, every last wrinkle, every shadow. It looked real. More than real. More real than…

Old rat telling a story to his grandchildren. Aak fictionspawn

House of Men

“…and there it was. Just in front of me, a big bucket of all kinds of foods. Vegetables and fruits, bones with fresh meat on them. It was paradise. I jumped in and started tasting the goods.”

“Wooooowww… Said little James. That’s amazing. So they kept the food there, to eat it later?”

“That’s what I thought,” grandpa said. “But no. Suddenly I heard someone coming in. A human, big as a log, even bigger. I hid underneath… (More)

Internet. Blockchain. Aak fictionspawn.

Connected

It wasn’t the treads’ fault. It was the people controlling them. Mind control. There was no escape. The treads were everywhere, connected to every mind, every thought, every heartbeat.

Milka opened the door.

-Come in, he said. -Fast!

He looked down the street. Up the street. Then closed the door.

-Are you OK? Tanker looked at him with a worried frown. His friend had always been nervous by nature, but he acted strange. 

-I’m perfect! Milka guided Tanker in to the living room. -Do you feel it?
-Feel what? Tanker looked around the room. Suddenly he realised what it was. The treads were different. They didn’t tell him what to do. He looked at Milka with big, scared eyes. -What did you do?