Category: Short fiction
Psionics, Lies And Pizzas: a Psi-Kicks story by: GF Willmetts.
It is said share and share alike. But share and boost from Sheena Ramone and all in her presence at the same time? Scobie’s head ached and her treat of pizzas weren’t regular in the UK just yet. She wandered across the road, ignoring the traffic stalling behind her. Sheena’s share boost had improved her […]
PAUSE: a story by: GF Willmetts.
‘You probably wonder why you are here. I’m here to remind you from time to time when you are feeling depressed or wondering what you’re doing here. I should also remind you you cannot hang yourself in low gravity as there is little weight to be supported. You will just float there getting more depressed. […]
The Vampire Option : a philosophical story by: GF Willmetts
‘Living forever isn’t always a good option.’ Vampires get very bad press. I blame Bram Stoker and Anne Rice among others for stirring the flames but developed over the years, vampires have been anything from demonic to comedy cartoon characters. They were mostly hidden in earlier times and wasn’t until the Middle Ages that […]
2001: A Space Remake: a story by: GF Willmetts.
‘Put that by me again. You want to remake ‘2001’? The Kubrick movie. Why?’ The producer looked ardently at the director, not sure if he should have dollar signs in his eyes. ‘Well, at least you’ve heard of it. Hopefully seen it, too.’ ‘Once or twice, a long time ago. Again, why?’ ‘No one’s done […]
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 […]
