Category: Short fiction
Graduation With A Bullet: a story by: GF Willmetts.
It is said that everyone has someone waiting with a bullet with their name on it. These days, its common practice. After all, who wants to die of old age when you’re falling apart and wasting taxes on everyone doing their best to keep you going? A simple bullet and a quick cremation. Sorted. The […]
The GodStuff or Even Things God Might Not Believe: a story of sorts by: GF Willmetts.
Being godstuff is a lot of hard work. You think running a small country, by my standards of size, by dictatorship is easy has never thought of how difficult it is to run a whole universe where people expect you to be everywhere at once and at their beck and call with a little prayer. […]
Baby, Its Covid Outside: a short story by: GF Willmetts.
I sat patiently waiting for my lord, master and friend nosferatu to finish feeding from the blood from my neck. His lapping giving a tickling but not unpleasant sensation. I knew I would wobble a little when I got up but that would pass with a day or two and he was hungry again. He […]
Seeking And Sharing: a Psi-Kicks story by: GF Willmetts.
Sara Seeker stood looking down from the top of Hampstead Heath. Whatever had happened to her, there were parallels to events elsewhere. Chris Lancier had even had the sense to stop some meteoroid crashing to Earth judging by the crater here although something seemed to have landed on his head. Whether he would be lucky […]
The Me In Court: A Crowded Galaxy Story: A Pop-Up Guy Story by GF Willmetts.
‘Am Me going to be accused of every crime going just because Me is everywhere?’ Me asked the court in general but looking at the judge, looking around for reaction. It wasn’t as if Me was on trail but one of the other Me’s was. ‘Why do you refer to yourself in the third person, […]
A. B. And M.: a Psi-Kicks story by: GF Willmetts.
Lancier slowly opened his eyes, instinctively scanning his whereabouts beyond his vision, filling in the gaps beyond his normal senses. It felt familiar. The smell of brine and seaweed. Sand. Buildings at an odd scale as he drew his scan closer. The village where Ben Fane was prisoner for two days picking out a spy […]
The Me, Me Or Me Generation: A Crowded Galaxy Story: A Pop-Up Guy Story by GF Willmetts (short fiction).
Hi, I’m me. You’re me. Think you met me before then you’re probably right. I’m the pop-up guy. I was the first human guinea pig in a teleportation experiment. Now, I’m all over the place. I talk mostly to me because everyone else out there views me as curios. There’s so many of me, my […]
Railroad: a Psi-Kicks story by: GF Willmetts.
‘If this is Russia, why is it in Germany?’ Bianca White asked innocently. The Psionics and Fey looked at each other, narrowing resisting raising their eyes to the sky. ‘History not your best subject at school, Bianca?’ ‘I got confused with all the dates.’ ‘After World War Two, Berlin was split between us, the Americans […]
The Brigadoon Effect: A Short Day In The Walk : a story by: GF Willmetts
‘What do you mean I’m not complete? You got the virus out of me, didn’t you?’ ‘Of course, Bobby. However, it was also entangled with certain access points related to your ability to program and some other codes. You simply aren’t complete as you were.’ I didn’t feel any different but that didn’t mean anything. […]
The Brigadoon Effect: A Day In The Night: a story by: GF Willmetts.
The alarm work me early. Set to wake up before all the others on this level. I liked some calmness before everyone else woke, continuing their lives from yesterday. Not really knowing how long they’d all been asleep. We called it the Brigadoon Effect. With so many personalities in the mainframe, we realised it wasn’t […]
